What Ghosts Can't Change Rooms Novels & Stories

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

“Let them watch.” “You keep saying that.” “Because it keeps being true.” “You’ve changed,” she said suddenly. “How?” “You’re less of a dick.” I barked a short laugh. “Don’t let that get out.” “This isn’t real, you know,” she said. “Me out here like I’m not a ghost.” I stared at her for a long second. “You feel like a ghost?” “Sometimes.” “You don’t look like one.” “No?” “No,” I said. “Ghosts don’t make me feel like I can’t breathe.”

"Shut up! Who told you to say that word." She scolded at him. Michael smiled in the dark to see she had never changed. Still was so scared only the word GHOST. He put his arms around her and caressed her back gently. "Which word? Ghost?" He pretended to not understand. She screamed in her throat and put her face against his arm. "It's true, darling, definitely no ghosts here. Ghosts don't like a modern hotel. They prefer the old rusty hotels. That's what I've heard."

PART ONE: THE TAKING 9:47 PM - The Plaza Hotel, Manhattan The penthouse door opened without a key because Ghost had already handled that part. He'd slipped inside twenty minutes earlier, wearing a maintenance uniform, moving with the mechanical precision of a man who'd spent seven years learning how to be invisible inside systems designed to trap people like us.

I made it back to the room they’d stashed me in just as my head began to pound. Ghost stood at the bathroom door, a scowl on his face. He was reaching for the knob, his hand mere inches away. I reached past him and wedged the door open. It took a bit of maneuvering to slip inside without touching him, but I managed. Wasting precious seconds, I quickly undressed and sank into the tub. Letting the bubbles conceal my body, I kicked back and let time resume. The door swung open, and Ghost stormed inside, a silent hurricane that sent goosebumps scattering across my flesh. I flicked my hair behind me, letting the damp strands cascade over the lip of the tub.

"I can't say it was a pleasure meeting you... But I hope you'll behave better. After all, I won't tolerate this kind of pettiness in my marriage!" Before they could reply, I turned my back and walked towards the exit. I know that Soren and Victor will stay behind to deal with the rest, but I need to rest, I can already feel my body losing strength, but I forced myself to keep walking normally until I finally left the hall. I feel Ghost's hands on my waist and the sensation of worms is present, as I see things with a bluish, somewhat greenish glow. "I'm using my ability to become practically invisible to take you to the Imperial bedroom." Ghost explained.

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I wished he would just disappear. *************** My uncle had indeed transformed my grandfather's room, just as he had promised. The old furniture was replaced, the bed sheets changed, and even the wallpaper had been given a fresh coat. It wasn't a glamorous transformation, but at least it no longer carried the lingering scent of my grandfather's presence. Reluctantly, I moved into the room as my uncle commanded me to. It felt strange, yet strangely comforting, to finally have a bed of my own. However, that first night, sleep eluded me. Every creak of the floorboards and whisper of the wind outside made me believe that my grandfather's ghost was lurking, waiting to strangle me if I dared to

However, Matilda was unaware and pulled Marilyn into the room. "That's perfect. I was feeling bored and alone. It's great that you're here to keep me company." When Marilyn entered the room, all those ghostly things disappeared. When those ghostly things disappeared, Marilyn turned back and looked behind herself. Accompanying her into the room was a guiding spirit whose appearance was almost identical to Matilda's. Matilda could not see it at all and continued talking to herself. "Let's share a bed tonight. My double bed is so big—"