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Spectral Conversations

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1800s conversations ghost phantom short shortstory

My name is Phineus. I have recorded here, for your enlightenment, the converse between the fellow with whom I shared a modest lodging. He I roomed with was remarkable in two aspects: 
  
  First, he was dead. A wraith lacking a body.  Second, he was seized - I have come to believe - by the thing with which all grapple in their expiring years. 
  
  Loneliness.All Rights Reserved

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Haunted by JuliaCoffin

The dead typically want one of two things. Ghosts crave conversation. Spirits seek pain. My name is Bria, and I've been able to interact with the dead for as long as I can remember. Communicating with the deceased might sound like a cool gift, but let me assure you, it's not. Ghosts don't shut up, and not all specters are friendly. In fact, most of them are dangerous. Pretending the paranormal doesn't exist is far easier than talking to the shadows, so I've been avoiding the dead for years. Past experiences have led me to avoid the living too. And for a long time, I've successfully kept my distance. Until a single ghost encounter in the library ruins everything. Now a couple of my classmates know my secret. But as it turns out, they have a deadly secret of their own. Time to talk to the shadows again. _______________ This story contains profanity and violence. [ONC 2021 Shortlister]

The New Life in the Afterlife by 29NKOOKEDRAW

(first shtick here let's see) Death, ever wonder what it feels like? What it possibly could feel if you felt the concept of nothing around you with no say in the situation...? I did, once. Someone had it worse though.

CALLA : BOOK II by harui30

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Under The Bed by LTHelms

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

Must Have You - Ghost x Reader by Nightfall1117

You've been part of TF141 for 3 years now. You got along amazingly with everyone, except for one person. Ghost He had always been cold towards you, until recently...something changed in him. He couldn't keep his distance from you anymore. You were irresistible, and he just had to have you.

✅ That Guy named Dino by niahniahni

We are polar opposites. He is quiet while I'm loud. I have a lot of friends while he barely has one. He settles at the corner of the room while having a sad and gloomy atmosphere while I have a bright and vibrant light that is surrounding me here in my seat. He's head is stuck on a book that he is reading while I'm on my phone, blasting my favourite song. He is someone who's clearly the opposite of me. Even though he doesn't do anything, I just somehow find him annoying and when I mean him, I mean that guy named Dino. COMPLETED | ENGLISH SHORT STORY

symphony of betrayed blood by Esteria_zenon

Simon's earlier logic about you wasn't entirely a lie..it was more like half the truth , because and after learning about the months you spent in that hellish slaughterhouse , and after seeing the shadow of death circling above you while you are taking weak breaths like a wounded deer, he thought about leaving you to die face to face .. It was an unconventional human response, but it was his first instinct..a way of expressing an unspoken empathy and a desire to free you from misery forever. In Ghost's mind the idea began to crystallize-a notion that the age of miracles had not yet perished. This thought grew and took root within him much like a larva nourished by the unexpected when he had presumed that all prisoners in the camp were dead until his gaze fell upon your motionless body hugging the cold ground in terrible silence with the rest of the bodies

Let's meet again once we repent for our sins (Ghost x Soap) by ficwriteralheria

During a solo mission gone wrong, Ghost gets his eyes opened by a mourning stranger.

RUYI by harui30

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] by Sunmeee

'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

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Haunted

The dead typically want one of two things. Ghosts crave conversation. Spirits seek pain. My name is Bria, and I've been able to interact with the dead for as long as I can remember. Communicating with the deceased might sound like a cool gift, but let me assure you, it's not. Ghosts don't shut up, and not all specters are friendly. In fact, most of them are dangerous. Pretending the paranormal doesn't exist is far easier than talking to the shadows, so I've been avoiding the dead for years. Past experiences have led me to avoid the living too. And for a long time, I've successfully kept my distance. Until a single ghost encounter in the library ruins everything. Now a couple of my classmates know my secret. But as it turns out, they have a deadly secret of their own. Time to talk to the shadows again. _______________ This story contains profanity and violence. [ONC 2021 Shortlister]