When Ghosts Come Home Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

After having my sister dumped at the hospital, Adeline returned to what used to be our home. The cozy little place where we'd spent three happy years together. My eyes landed on the wedding photo sitting on the cabinet, and I couldn't look away. I remembered every single detail of this house. Adeline and I had picked out everything together, piece by piece. The deed was in Adeline's name because she once told me she'd never had a home of her own. So I promised her—emotionally and financially—that I'd give her one.

She tried to think that she could have heard it wrong but after a few minutes the one who knocked never entered the room That's when it dawned her that there must be ghosts inside their house. It made her feel a sudden shiver that runs down her spines following by goosebumps all over her skin. The way that she looked at the door earlier was now totally different. Now she looked horrified about who the person could be knowing it could be another person who was visited to their house early on or just a ghost

Maisie came home to feel her apartment eerily warm. She gasps as tears fall from her eyes, she didn't need someone to help her decode the conclusion that Zach was gone forever. He had finally gone wherever it was that dead people always go to when dead. Yet, that didn't stop her from running to every corner of her apartment screaming Zach name. He never appeared. He was gone. Maisie collapsed in front of his favorite couch, she could still see the indention made from his body ... Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she didn't mind them, she just continued to stare at the indention made on the couch.

Southampton Meg had expected a visit from the monster the night she told her mother, but remarkably, that didn’t happen. In fact, she had heard him come up the stairs late that night, heard her mother’s footsteps in the hallway, and then heard a series of loud banging noises and doors slamming from the other end of the house. Though their home was quite sizable, it wasn’t so large that she couldn’t surmise that her mother and uncle must be having it out about something. Meg was hopeful that, despite her initial reaction, her mother was both shocked and dismayed at what her uncle had been doing to her. She was not brave enough to get her hopes up entirely, but she was at least hopeful—and tha

I don't think I opened the window. For a moment, I'm scared to death. Then a rush of cold night air comes into my room, smelling strongly of pine, dirt, and something wild. My heart beats fast against my ribs. The three ghosts make their way down. They're really big. It was bigger than any picture of a wolf I've ever seen. Silver and dark blend together like live shadows as moonlight flows over thick fur and strong bodies. They both raise their heads again.

"Let’s go home. I bought a place in the city. No more safehouses. No more glass cages. A real home." ​As we walked out of the brick building and into the cold Chicago dusk, I looked at the florist next door. A woman was buying a bouquet of daisies. She looked tired, her mind probably on her dinner or her rent. She didn't look at us. To her, we were just two people leaving an office. ​I wanted to tell her that I was a Ghost. I wanted to tell her that I had just moved four million dollars of "sin" across a border. I wanted to tell her that I was scared.

“I wasn’t sure it would happen when I first moved here and discovered what I’d rented. These people are so superstitious. Many of them refused to come here because it was a funeral home for so long.” “What do you mean? You didn’t know that you’d rented a funeral home?” Evan asked with surprise. “I rented it sight unseen through a realtor,” I confessed. “I didn’t think to ask what it was used for before. I was just thrilled with the fact that I could escape the expense of an office because there was one in the house.” “The ghosts don’t bother you?” he asked with all seriousness. “Ghosts?” I said with genuine curiosity. “Evan, are you being bothered by ghosts?”

I was at my highest. "You should go home, Gideon," I said. "You are going to get sick." "I don't have a home anymore," he replied. "You have Moore Crest." "Moore Crest is just a building full of ghosts and empty rooms," he said. "It is not a home." "You still have your car. Miller is probably waiting." "I told Miller to go home. I don't want the car either."

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.