When Ghosts Come Home Novels & Stories

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.

“Home?” I repeated in question. Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

and would also, perhaps, lead us to the answers we sought. As the car wound its way through the winding mountain roads, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination. Cam's lips curled into a wry smile, her gaze flicking between me and Gustav. "I never thought our pack's challenges would involve dealing with ghosts… or whatever that thing is." A hint of seriousness crossed my expression as I recalled the haunting sensation of being watched. "Actually, Cam, there’s something I have to tell you. That thing… it came for me last night, in the supposed safety of our own home."

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

My Bedroom Was Not Empty The thump from upstairs rolled through the house. Not loud. Not dramatic. Almost ordinary. That made it worse. Monsters crashed through windows. Ghosts whispered in dead voices. But something getting out of bed in my old bedroom? That was intimate. That was personal. That was the kind of wrong that crawled under your skin and made a home there. Damien stepped fully inside the entry hall. I followed. The house swallowed us in one breath. The door stayed open behind me, but the rain sounded farther away the second I crossed the threshold. Hollow. Muted. Like the storm had been shut behind glass.

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.

“You don’t really believe in that stuff, do you?” “Absolutely. Ghosts are my bread and butter.” “How so?” “It’s my job. I host a walking ghost tour around the downtown area. That house—your house—is one of my major stops.” “Thanks for the warning. I’ll try to remember to close all the blinds before walking naked around the house.” “Have you spent the night yet?” “Actually no, tonight will be my first full night in the house.” “And you’re not even the slightest bit nervous?” “Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.”

I'm getting a New Year's kiss from her if it's the last thing I do. "We should go home. Together. First Christmas in our new house. You haven't seen it since all the furniture has been delivered. Everything you picked out is there. Just waiting for us, and I know that your dad will want to see you." I say tentatively as if that might entice her to come home with me.

"Use this to travel around. Take a month. By then, things'll be more stable." He looked at me, all serious. "Have a good trip. Don't miss me too much. I'll be a married man soon—you'll have to get used to that. We still live under the same roof. It'll be awkward if you don't." He even started giving me travel tips. What he didn't know? I'd already been through all of this once. And this time, I was really gone. On Cedric's wedding day, the Gramont mansion was a full-on frenzy from sunrise.