幽霊目線 Novels & Stories

Ah Yin walked towards Violet and took off her blindfold. Chen and Ah Yin saw that her eyelids and the area near the corner of her eyes had scales, too. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a set of enchanting yellow eyes with black vertical pupils. Violet looked towards Ah Yin with a smile that seemed to convey envy and bitterness before looking towards Chen. Her lips instantly parted in shock. "Let's go," a vine instantly covered her mouth as Ah Yin and Chen turned around. Violet hurriedly looked at her surroundings and seeing the corpse of the bears alongside the gory corpses of the spirit masters, Violet felt her stomach churn.

Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing. I closed my eyes. In my next life, I thought, I'll never hand my heart to anyone so carelessly again.

Trying to open her eyes, but she felt the Sunray perfectly directed at her eyes. She adjusted her body and tried to stand up. Everything seemed blurred to her and she almost lost her balance. "Where am I?" She questioned herself. She could see a perfectly dug grave in front of her with no coffin inside or name on it like it was been prepared for someone. Still confused, she looked around and saw no one except different graves with names on them. She still couldn't understand what she was doing there or how she got there. She could remember last night, she and Justin, her boyfriend, were out having fun then.

“Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against their will.” “That explains what I saw in the living room,” I said absent mindedly. Hazel turned to me confused and I gave her a stern look. “Hazel, I don’t think what I saw in the living room earlier was a rat. I saw feet and a tall figure. I’m not sure if it was human though. If anything, it is likely to be one of those shadows.” I

Halfway through the incantations, Amy paused to turn to us with a promising smile. “It’s working!” she whispered. The faintest echo of a cry startled the Haunters. It’d surely been Cristine when Lizzie translated Amy’s words. “Can anybody help me see?” I whispered. “Give me your hand,” Edward replied. I reached out and gasped the moment his cold touch wrapped around my hand. Right before Amy, a spot of light gray mist floated midair, and it was expanding rapidly. Only a few minutes later, while Amy kept reading under her breath, it was a clear white circle. Trisha leaned forward to ask me what I was seeing and I tried to reply as shortly as I could, unable to look away.

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.