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asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

Liam said with grin “It most certainly is,” Bruce said with a frown. “You didn’t even give the joke a chance,” Garth said. “A joke that involves bestiality doesn’t deserve a chance,” Bruce said haughtily. “Where did you hear these jokes? You guys have never been joke tellers.” “That hotter than smoke brunette in the red dress,” Garth answered bluntly. “She’s been telling all kinds of jokes for the past forty minutes to various people.” “Like who?” Bruce asked with concern.

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Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"Ok so I switched the ring with the one in your office so what." "Peter, take this and make sure its in my safe 'SAFE'". He said with his eyes on the ghost. This was the craziest thing that might have ever happened to her and this only means her father was right all along, there were ghosts in Greenville. She still hadn't processed everything and didn't tell anybody, she ran straight for her room not bothering about her dinner or anything. The next day after Henry woke her up, he was about to leave when he stopped on his track, turned around and held out Autumn's hand in a rush.

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

His whole body stiffened, and he almost stopped breathing. is that what this guy has?! Will he have to kill ME by smothering me? Jeff Grey suddenly thought of the ghost stories they had told each other before. One of them was a couple of killers who slept and hung out in the dormitory. Jeff Grey, who had been sleeping very soundly before, wasn't sure for a moment if he was dreaming or if it was real. But in the next second, Ryan Dixon did something that made things even more confusing. Ryan Dixon helped him get warm by putting his blanket up to his shoulders and patting it down as if he was afraid he might kick it off.

“I went down the rabbithole. Some guy was telling a story on reddit, and that led to some commenter who knew a guy, and that site had dozens of stories of people who’d seen people shape-shift and then… I mean… I had to.” “Had to what, Meg?” I breathed. She dropped her head, eyes screwed tightly shut. “There’s this part of the web that’s… not really for normal stuff,” she said, grimacing. “But it’s harder to get to, so people are more open and…” She finally turned to look at me, her eyes scared and sad.

Conrad said, “I heard Michael say he and the girls are gathering in Akira’s room for scary stories.” Tristan raised a brow at this. “How come we’re not invited?” Sosuke said, “Akira telling ghost stories? That’ll be interesting.” He chuckled with amusement. Nicolas asked, “Why is that?” “Because she’s very good at it. She knows a lot of the Japanese ones, too, ones that’ll make your spine crawl.” Conrad shook his head. “No thanks. I hate ghost stories. I mean, they’re not real, the ghosts, but…” He shuddered at the very thought of having to listen to the tales.

I saw what happened a few minutes ago, I now believe in those stories I do hear", I answered. "It's okay, just try your best and make sure the girls don't wound or hurt themselves", he said and hung up. I exhaled, what a relief, I sat down and continued with what I was doing before the whole incident stuff happened. Nicholas Silverado P.O.V. I was stunned by what George sent to me, I didn't want to believe my ears until I heard from him and he just ascertain that it was nothing but the truth. My main concern was the girls, I just hope the news traveling far and near right now doesn't have a way of making them afraid. I knew if any of them should die, it will be a huge loss for me, considering the amount of money that is being spent on them every damn day, none of them is allowed to get hurt or even die. I don't for once believe in ghosts, but somehow this guy is making me believe in ghosts, by reading what he sent. I kept my phone and returned to sleep, when the day dawn, I will speak to George. Mr. Xander P.O.V. I woke up to a message from

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you think these stories are true?" They are true. Miranda thought. "Please call me. let me know what your answer is. If you prefer sending your answer through text then feel free to do so and I'll read it out loud."

I doubt anyone saw it, but it meant everything to me. “Okay…. I might secretly love hearing you call me a good girl.” Her face was priceless as Gavin tossed his head back and laughed. “Ah, a praise kink… don’t we all?” I laughed as Gavin drew a card. “Red.” He looked at me. “What is your most embarrassing story?” I started to laugh, but had to lick my lips from smiling. “Ah, please tell us.” Stacy reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Please! I’m dying to know what just went through your head.”

“Don’t listen to anything he’s saying, Hayden. He’s just full of nonsense.” Hayden grins and leans over to me and whispers, “I think we should prank her tonight.” “I like how you think,” I whisper back to him. “It would be really funny if she peed her pants again.” “What are you two talking about over there?” Jenni eyes us with suspicion. “Oh, nothing,” Hayden says innocently. “Dad was just telling me a little more about Gordon the Ghoul.” Even in the darkness, I can see his dimples popping as he smiles at Jenni, like he’s not up to anything at all.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

CHAPTER NINE Nancy Drew, Part 1 People say Forest Hills memorial is so old even the ghosts don’t remember who they are… I’d be cautious when visiting the place though. Some stories claim that a daytime visit to the cemetery might mean you get a visitor at night too. #ForestHills #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. The following message was read from the email of Jonathan Day and later added into the live journal of Jessica Day; Jono,

While we started talking about how it feels weird in this town, we somehow went from talking about how nice the town is to horror stories that might be happening here. We went inside the store. “Hey, can we get some juice here?” Nick asked the store clerk when we all entered the store. “The drinks are over that section, you can go there and pick what you like.” The clerk said boringly. “I’ll pick some big ones, I’ll be back,” Nick said. While Nick went to get some drinks, Nana and I looked around at the corner section for some food. “I like a bag of chips… What flavor do you want?” Grey said.

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.