What Ghosts Can't Change Rooms Novels & Stories

“Correction. You're my only friend.” “Still counts.” She mutters, never losing her smile. Our laughter mixes together as we take the last few steps to our rooms. Addison gives me a sheepish wave as she steps through the threshold to her room with nothing but her thoughts, debating on which nightmare I saw. Because with an affliction for seeing ghosts I’m sure she has more than one. Like a thoughtless zombie, I shuffle into my own room, shutting the door behind me. Routine. I’m comfortable with routine. Contentment is something I strive for.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

The acolytes, the guards, Locasta, myself—no one is safe from the Red One’s wrath. I whip toward her, voice low and deadly. “Where. Are. They?” “We haven’t found them yet.” Locasta’s voice wavers, but she soldiers on. “The basement is a maze, as you know. When we moved in, we spelled it to be bigger than it actually is. The corridors twist and shift unless you have a coin to guide you through.” I grind my teeth. “I know that already. Tell me something useful.” “We’re working on breaking the spell so the rooms stop shifting,” she rushes to explain. “It’s a simple counterspell but—”

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

"If it's that bad, why aren't teachers stopping us from wandering around?" "Partly because I wanted your company," he admitted. "But also, after their performance today, the ghosts might try something new. And it's not just the ghosts that make this place haunted—it's the school itself." "What do you mean?" I asked slowly, watching him. "Hard to explain. Rooms and hallways seem to... move. You might see for yourself later," Daniel said, stopping in front of the auditorium doors. He opened them, and everything went black.

I spent the next few days learning the purpose of and how to use the equipment that Nora had purchased in preparation for our taking on the paranormal. I found it both interesting and frustrating. There were gadgets for almost everything one might imagine, such as electromagnetic detectors and thermometers. Apparently, ghosts use electricity to help them manifest and, when they do, the temperature in the room will change even if you can’t see them. Being a skeptic at heart, I found the equipment both interesting and amusing.

, is not like I can cross all the ghosts over before Mr black gets to them One thing for sure once ghost touches human blood they can't cross over which allows Mr black to suck up all their energy Which makes them turn into dust "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Blondie said walking in on me I clean my tears "what are you doing in here?" "It's the girls bathroom dumb, also wanted to check on you, are you okay?" "I thought you didn't care, you shoved me not too long ago" She sighs "I know and I'm sorry, just this whole thing is crazy and I'm not gonna lie it's messing with my mind, but don't worry about that, I am right here for you, and I am not going anywhere"

"You can sleep in the guest room tonight." "Elena!" I looked back. "I'll be moving out first thing in the morning. Let's just say tonight is... goodbye." That night, I heard sounds from the living room. Footsteps at times, the clink of glass at others, and sometimes, muffled crying. However, I stayed in my room. Some journeys, we had to make on our own.