What Ghosts Can't Change Rooms Novels & Stories

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

“Then maybe keep me close. You’ll sleep easier.” There it was again, that calm defiance, the kind that didn’t come from arrogance but from knowing Ghost wouldn’t really send him away because he couldn’t. Ghost exhaled through his nose, fighting the pull in his gut. “Come on,” he muttered finally. “Before someone sees you and starts asking why the hell you’re still in here.” Luca stood, wincing slightly. “Where are we going?” “My room,” Ghost said. “Keep your head down.” The words hung heavier than they should have. Luca hesitated only a second before following, his boots quiet on the floorboards.

Her scent washed over him then, unbidden and potent—warm and sharp, like smoke curling from embers, laced with the spike of adrenaline and an undercurrent of something deeper that stirred his wolf, making it bare its teeth in silent recognition. Fuck, he thought, not the time for this. He locked the reaction away, forcing his breathing into a slow, measured rhythm as discipline reasserted itself, a well-practiced barrier against the pull. Another crack echoed from overhead, closer and more insistent this time, dust raining down in earnest. “We’re moving,” Ghost declared, his decision final. “Your ceiling’s not done falling yet, and we’re not waiting around for the next one.” She glanced upwa

It’s coming from the right side which is opposite side to the bedroom. She made her way into the darkness, it’s been quite some time since the ghost contacted her. It’s because she didn’t stay in the house and was with Raven all the time. It’s strange that it’s happening when she’s here not when she was at her father’s place. She made her way to the far end of the corridor where Xander’s mom’s study room is. She stood before the mahogany door and she could feel there’s something inside and Lulu said it too.

Just the thought of me sleeping in the same room where Xavier’s mom died sent chills down my spine. “There’s a high possibility of a ghost being in this room! This is crazy! Why would Xavier put me in such a room as this? Why in the world would he do this to me” I was starting to hallucinate because it was starting to feel like ghosts were whispering in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to evade the sounds that echoed in my ear as I fell on my knees to the ground while covering my ear with my hands.

My hands were still tightening the motion sensor to the wall when I heard a distinct clank sound and it had me dive back into the shadows that masked a quarter of the room. I sucked in a breath with my palm rested on the gun, waiting for any sign of life. Strange enough, I saw nothing. Not even the movement of curtains. Baffled, I poked my feet out of the darkness and braved a step forward and then I heard the noise again. Still, there was no one insight. What was it? A freaking Ghost? I vehemently scanned the room and my eyes made out a bed in the middle. Apparently, I had missed that detail when I came in.

I caught the caller ID: Ghost. He stepped out, jaw tense. “Don’t move,” he said. He walked out. Fast. Heated. Then he was gone. The second he left? The air changed. The stares grew hotter. The room turned to wolves. Every man in there turned their eyes on me like I was meat left on a throne. Their stares crawled over my skin. My stomach twisted. My fingers itched for something sharp. Men started shifting in their chairs. A few licked their lips. One leaned toward me.

My jaw dropped in shock. “What the…” I couldn’t believe it. Or maybe I just couldn’t believe how I hadn’t thought of it first. I should have considered the possibility of an inner room. Ghost and the men stepped in, their eyes scanning every corner, before I followed behind them. The air was different here—it felt alive. Someone had been here recently. Someone was in this room. Ghost gestured to the men, directing them toward different sections. I remained rooted to one spot, my eyes sweeping the space for anything that could be useful. That’s when a loud, deafening noise tore through the air.

"Yes, right?" "Yes." "Yes, that's also a reasonable reason, although I didn't think of it that way yesterday. But what I experienced last night was really confusing. And again, as far as I know, ghosts are not picky about places," Bella began to speak in a low tone and elongated speech. As if deliberately creating a tense atmosphere. "They can be anywhere they like. Not only in dark or dirty spaces. In fact, it is said that ghosts nowadays like to inhabit clean and luxurious places."

The ghost pointed casually. "Well then go away so I can change." Miranda urged. "Not going to happen." "Dude!" Miranda snapped. "Woman." The ghost clarified while running a hand up and down her outline. "Whatever, just get out!" Miranda snapped. "Are you going to run away?" The ghost quizzed, as if she was a mother speaking to a child. "I don't know." Miranda admitted. "Fair." The ghost said, then just like that she was gone from sight. Miranda gulped and looked around the closet. Seeing that she was alone, she quickly dressed, and as soon as she slipped her shirt on to cover her bra, the ghost returned.