What Ghosts Can't Change Rooms Novels & Stories

Stupid idea. Her room was on the first floor, so close to the ground anyone could slip in and her window was unlatched. Ghost lost it completely. His growl rattled inside me, demanding I do something. I had to force him back, she isn’t my concern. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from telling her to lock it before I left. I was getting too reckless and careless—every word I hate. At least she had a roommate. A weak omega girl, but still someone. That thought cooled Ghost just a little.

An ice pack would be warm in half an hour. He was lost in nightmares, delirious with fever, muttering incoherently. "Cold… so damn cold…" "Aurora… come here…" I stayed by his bed, changing the ice-cold towels over and over. His spirit was forcibly torn from his body. His translucent form was curled up in the corner of the bed, trembling. "Something's tearing at me," Lorenzo's spirit gasped. "I'm seeing things… from under the bed…" I looked under the bed. Then I scanned the opulent bedroom. It was empty. There were no evil spirits.

Harper sat frozen in the center of the massive four-poster bed, her heart hammering like a drum solo in her chest. The flashlight lay dead beside her, and the room was bathed only in pale moonlight filtering through cracked windows. “Okay, ghosts,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady and dripping with sarcasm even as invisible hands continued their bold exploration of her body. “If you’re going to feel me up like this, at least buy me dinner first. I have standards. I’m not a cheap haunt.”

The steward clapped his hands, and servants began escorting people to their assigned rooms. "Cece, shall we--" Evelyn reached for my arm, clearly planning to room with me. I beat her to it. I slipped my arm through Sebastian's and said, with zero shame, "I'm afraid of ghosts. He has strong protective energy." Evelyn froze, hand suspended in the air. Vance choked on a laugh. Sebastian glanced down at me, amused, then turned to Evelyn and shook his head. "Not possible." "Selfish," she muttered under her breath.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Then, softly: “I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of the memories. Even when I wanted to.” I turned to face him. “Why?” He shrugged faintly, eyes darkening. “Because for a long time, this was the only room that didn’t lie to me. Everything else in my life changed, but this—this stayed the same. The good and the bad.” I swallowed hard, emotion rising in my throat. “Maxwell…” “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, stepping closer. “And you’re right. This place has ghosts. But they’re not all bad.”

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

MARCO SLAMMED THE DOOR shut to Ghost's one-room rental. It wasn't the same one as before. It was across town in another walk-up over a different store. At least this one didn't smell of grease, and it had two single beds. As a bonus they had a hot plate and a tiny sink, in addition to a bathroom down the hall. So long as they paid in cash, no one asked questions. "No luck?" Ghost didn't turn from the mountain of monitors.

“I love this shade of green.” Amy lightly slapped my arm. “Goof, you scared me. I thought the ghost was after you.” “Nope, but I do like the new carpeting,” I said. “Where did the ghost go if it didn’t follow you downstairs?” “I don’t care as long as it stays there,” Amy said. After closing the green room’s door, I made my way to Martha’s suite. “Could it have gone in here?” I asked and opened the door. I stepped inside the bedroom and gasped.

She transformed into a lady who is obsessed with her beloved and is willing to die for him. I occasionally hear unusual noises when I'm alone in my room. It was eerie, like listening to people's screams trapped in a jar. At first, I believed there was a ghost in my room or that my father had transformed into a terrifying spirit and was trying to kill me by scaring me to death. I searched my room for the source of the hushed noises, but nothing was there. I never found any person or even a ghost. It was only when I realized that the noises were coming from under my room's floor that I became even more curious, which is why I ventured down to the basement to investigate.