Female Ghostface の小説・ストーリー

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

He dropped his phone on the desk beside him and grabbed his head with both hands, "I killed her. She is supposed to be dead." "Well, clearly you didn't. I guess she's really living up to her reputation of being a Ghost." Valerie chuckled and leaned back on her bed rest. It wasn't known until five years ago Ghost was a female. She had always maintained her reputation of moving with the wind. No one ever saw her face. Yet, Marco had challenged her a few years ago and surprisingly won. Thanks to him, it was revealed she was a female. When they asked for her body, he claimed he burnt it as soon as he saw she was dead. No one believed him until two years went by without a word from Ghost.

That was when I finally got a clear look at her face. Well, I wasn't sure how I should put it… If I could ignore her missing facial features, she might have been quite pretty. Quietly, I took two steps back. When the female ghost noticed that I was backing away, she crouched down on the spot and tried her best to radiate friendliness while cautiously scooting toward me. "Don't be scared, little human. I'm a nice ghost," she gently said. "Come here, and I'll feed you some thigh meat."

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. Then the past walked in with mud on her boots and a hood pulled low. “Snake,” Ghost said without turning his head. I didn’t move. “If you’re a ghost, I’ll tear you apart anyway.” She pushed back the hood. The scar at her temple looked new. The eyes didn’t. Those were the same—sharp, stubborn, a little haunted. There was rainwater at the ends of her hair and dirt under her nails. Her hands were up, not in surrender exactly, but in acceptance.

I screamed, "Ghost!" A seemingly harmless woman with tear-streaked eyes stared at me with an intense, twisted hatred that even thick makeup couldn't hide.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

Kisa asked with a puzzled look on her face, still leaning on the wall where the mirror was embedded and searching for the ghost. Gilbert's chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. 'I was wrong. I should never have brought this woman here.' He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then asked, "So tell me, what did the ghost look like?" "I-Its face is pale, its mouth red and big, wanting to eat people, and... and its eyebrows are thick." Gilbert frowned, finding her description a little familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before. "It... It just laughed at me in that mirror, a creepy laugh, with that big red mouth trying to eat me."