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No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

they broke into a loud laugh as they shared some joke. Merindale did not care. She followed the seniors around, admiring the intricate details on the walls. It was painted beautifully with stories from Immortal history. “Hey there, newbie. You know about the ghost that haunts these halls, right?" Merindale was taken aback at the sudden question directed at her. She paused and looked back at the senior questioning her. Her eyes wide open. "A ghost?" "Oh yeah," he continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "Legend has it that the Ghost of Lysandra prowls these very grounds. She's said to snatch unsuspecting newcomers like you.”

He said, sharply, and looking pained. “If I was going to, I would have done that, easily. Look, I can see the ghost, okay? And… and it’s not a ghost. It’s a wandering spirit, and the reason you can see it is because you are a supernatural and he wants to use you.” Stefan explained. ~

Missy could not tolerate herself listening to anymore of his theories she had to scream out to stop it. However, the latter doesn’t seem to be the obedient one as he continued rambling on how ghost are suppose to have money because there is suppose to be a ghost life. “Or what if they actually have money but it is totally different like it is in real life. What if those rich people that die and didn’t ascend or get reincarnated to a new planet becomes a ghost, it is then reversed and they would now be poor. While the opposite people that also died and didn’t get reincarnated becomes a rich ghost. What do you think the ghost life is going to be like, I mean do they get horny? And if they do h

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.

That would contradict everything we are. The last constellation sat barely visible behind a canopy of galaxy. Only the faint outline of a wolf could be seen through the thick curtain of stars. This grouping of burning light was named after The Ghost. The Ghost fable warned us of a cursed wolf who could fade into the shadows and be invisible at times, silently stalking any and all.

Larin strolled from the door they’d entered and drew one last symbol on the door as they left. “Are you referring to spirits of my ancestors? Like as in ghosts haunting the crypt?” Evan couldn’t believe what he heard. He’d never seen or felt a spirit around him here. But this something he’d not considered. “Are ghosts even real? Why haven’t I ever seen a ghost?” “You were young when last you were here. If you saw one, then you might not have recognised it as a ghost. Many children don’t process a ghost like an adult does. It’s simply another new being in their world.”

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.