Gift Ghost Novels & Stories

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

"I understand. Good luck, mysterious man." I pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool evening air. In the distance, a train whistle blew as it headed out into the vast, empty desert. My satellite phone rang. It was my handler. "Ghost, got a new job. Eastern Europe. An arms dealer. S-class difficulty." "The price?" "Twenty million. US." I started the engine, feeling the deep rumble. "I'll take it." I ended the call and hit the gas. The truck shot forward into the twilight like an arrow.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.

, under her breath. That earned her a look from the corner of Mal’s eyes. He smiled at her and leaned forward towards the smoky white crystals and whispered, “Granny. I know you can hear us. Show yourself.” With an open mouth, she watched as an older lady appeared above the crystals. The kind-looking woman smiled at both of them, then settled her gaze on Mal. “You need something, Your Highness?” Claire shook her head in disbelief. The kinky ghost in her apartment came from the crystals Ramona gave her as a housewarming gift for her first and only apartment. She pressed fingertips to her temples, trying to avoid a migraine. “This can’t be happening.”

Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit. “Why would the humans make a ghost story up about them?” If it was a god, how would people not know? I didn’t get it. “A Gumiho kills with a kiss. They appear as a beautiful woman and lure their victims in, and once they kiss, they draw out all of their life source into a fox marble. They gain all that person’s knowledge and energy. They have done that for thousands of years. All people know is that some go in and some don’t come out.” Yong-rae looked out into the forest with sad eyes.

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.