Why Does Ghost Call Soap Johnny Novels & Stories

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Later in the middle of the night when Giovanni was sleeping cuddled with the baby mama, his phone buzzed nonstop. He yawned and attended the call saying, "One jalapeno burger with extra cheese and a box of hotshots and a chocolate fudge cake for my girl." He was so much sleepy that he didn't even saw the contact name of his sister. "How about extra blood on your corpse?" she asked clenching the phone in her hand when Giovanni quickly sits down stunned saying, "Blair." He planned not to attend the call of his sister but he did it anyway. "Giovanni, I'm gonna kill you!" She spat in anger when he quickly said, "Wrong number." and declined the line.

“Looks like he eats nails for breakfast.” That did it. She burst into laughter. I wasn’t doing much better. Nico remained perfectly serious. “And…” His fingers paused. “He doesn’t have the sense God gave a goose.” Elena leaned forward until her forehead rested against my shoulder as she laughed harder. I shook my head. “You enjoy this far too much.” “I do.” He nodded his head once. He never denied it. “He’s paying you for information on ghost. And you’re describing Ghost as…” she started to say.

Get out! The man jumped in fright, quickly backing away before leaving in embarrassment. Helena kept drinking until she was completely wasted and unconscious by the end of it. The bartender looked at the drunk woman slumped in front of him and sighed. As he was used to scenes like this, he dialed her emergency contact, only to find the number was invalid. It was only when he dialed the number she called most often, which had no name saved, that someone finally picked up. Not long after, Christian rushed in from outside. "Helena? What happened? Why did you drink so much?"

"If you go in there now, guns blazing, you lose. You play dead. You pretend you know nothing. You watch, and you wait. I'll be there in a few days. We'll figure this out together. I promise." "Okay... okay," Ian choked out, the fight draining out of him, leaving only a hollow, exhausted dread. He was so tired of fighting a ghost. "Just hang on," John said, his own voice thick with an emotion Ian was too wrecked to place. The line went dead. On John's end, he pressed the phone to his forehead, a single tear escaping. "And mine was a lie, too." --- Back at the penthouse, Ian was a statue on the sofa. The TV droned on, a background noise to the chaos in his head. Then a news anchor's voice cut

“HELL NO! The ghost tormented me and my friends! It’s the grace of God we made it out alive! I am never going back there. Ever!” “What about the things you wanted to get?” “I don’t care! I will do without them! That house is cursed!” I smirked. “But… why would a ghost haunt you? I am sorry to ask but… did you kill anyone? Witness a murder?” “NO... nothing like that. I have to go.” She hung up so fast the speaker made a tiny squeak... Echo and I burst out laughing. Then Echo wiped her eyes. “But seriously… I think she knows something about my death. Her response after you asked… it was weird.”

I whispered into the phone. "Really?!" Casey yelled. I heard shuffling at her end and knew she was looking for what to wear. Casey was the only one aware that I was there. So, she knew I had gotten this place, too, and she knew the purpose of my doing that. Ending the call, I breathed out, turning around, Giovanni had already disappeared. As he did yesterday. I frowned, looking around the whole area, but there was no sign of him. It wasn't as if he was here. Maybe I had seen a ghost and spoke to one. But I wasn't that religious to believe in such shit.

She reached her phone and immediately dialed her mom’s number but her mom wasn’t picking up. She did the same with her dad’s contact but it was saying turned off. “Now am getting scared!” she mumbled as she tried their contacts again . “Come on mom , pick up. Let me know you guys are alright” She added as she began to walk round the house endlessly. She heaved a heavy sigh as she tried for the twentieth time. “Hello” someone picked up the call. “Thank goodness.. mom how….” Crystal tried saying but then the person who had picked up the call interrupted.

I will not have a disgusting thing such as that in my house. – John Daddy Riffraff looked at his phone. Although he was still up, it was later than when Angel was usually awake. He clicked the button and called her but it went to voicemail. His phone chimed and he looked at the new message. Can you come get me John kicked me out “The hell he did.” Riffraff muttered as he typed out a quick reply. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then quickly dispatched the remaining three solid balls on the table. Picking up the twenty dollars, he passed his pool stick to Werewolf.

I was definitely crashing at his place tonight. The roads were pretty quiet as there were only a few other people plying them. The good people of the city were probably on their third dream by now. The night belonged to men like us. My phone vibrating again interrupted the tranquility of the ride. This time, I took it out of my pocket to see who it was. Ghost. He was also the one who had called earlier in the private booth. I picked the call. “Hi Gavin.”