What Ghosts Can't Change Rooms Novels & Stories

Chloe went first, and I followed. "By the way," she said as we walked, "the ghosts in the basement are a bit special. They're not as friendly as your 'roommates'." "Oh?" "They attack your mind with illusions," she said, glancing back at me. "They make you see your deepest fears." "Sounds fun." We soon reached the basement. It was definitely different from upstairs. The air was thick with the smell of rot, and strange mold grew on the walls. "This is it," Chloe said, pointing to a room at the far end. "The legendary secret room."

I pointed at the poltergeist. “Pick up that pipe! Fix the Dorm 401 door for me. It’s been clanging all night! Are you trying to keep me up all night or what?!” I herded the stunned ghosts down the stairs like I was chasing a bunch of chickens. Once we reached the slightly warmer first-floor lobby, the ghosts quickly recovered from the shock of discovering their granny was a hidden powerhouse. Their shock was quickly replaced by affection and a feeling of security. They circled me like little cubs who had finally found their anchor.

Coming face-to-face with no one. The air chilled me to the bone. Someone watched me. I pushed open Zander's door, and to my surprise, the beast stared back at me. He'd already shifted and hadn't made a sound. Those ghoulish yellow eyes blinked from under a heavy brow. Stepping into the room, that same chill raced up my spine. I refused to acknowledge any ghostly urges that played in my head. At one time I didn't believe in ghosts, but since getting lost, and landing myself a permanent residence here, my perception had changed. The beast watched as I closed the door, and made myself comfortable next to him.

The room flickered for a moment; suddenly it wasn’t her bed anymore—it transformed into that black chamber again with chains on the walls, locks on the doors, and gloved hands reaching out. The man’s voice overlapped with another, echoing in the air—the ghost's whisper. “You see? She chooses me.” Camela’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she forced herself to keep lying. “Yes. I choose you,” she responded. The ghost's laughter rang out from every direction. The man straightened up, with a look of satisfaction. “Then you’ll never leave this bed.” Camela went stiff with shock. “What?” "You don’t need doors anymore. You don't need to run, lock anything, or utter prayers. You’ve come back home."

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"I am full-blooded." Luke smiled, and his gaze met mine. "Because the protection spell wouldn't let a human enter," he said, shrugging. I cleared my throat. "It's just to enter," I said. "You can shift back as soon as we pass the doors." Emily shook her head. "I don't need to shift," she said, going closer and past the entrance. Nothing happened to my amazement. Was everything I knew wrong? "I think it is something else," Ghost whispered.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

~ELENA~ The blaring alarm beside me pierced my eardrums, jolting me awake. I groggily reached out to the alarm, fumbling for the button until I could silence it. And that was when I realized that something felt off. I was not supposed to be able to touch anything since I was a ghost. My eyes fluttered open to the Chandelier above my head. The room seemed…different yet Familiar. The first thing that caught my eye was the old poster of the Backstreet Boys I had since I was a teenager and the purple-colored room that used to be mine before I married Owen.