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Then—movement. Behind her. A shadow. It moved too fast. Too low. My breath caught. “Ghost?” I whispered. I leaned closer to the glass. But Ghost was supposed to be patrolling the front side tonight. I’d heard him tell Luce. This wasn’t his route. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the woods behind the cabin. Then who the hell was that? A hunter? A ghost? A memory? Or something darker, watching us sweat and fight and fuck from the trees?

she whispered. Marcus shook his head. “No, she can't.” “Did you see the way she smirked upon sighting Mabel?” “Clearly, she remembers her,” Alec murmured, folding his arms. “Who's she?” he asked, turning to Marcus. “A ghost. She was once ordinary woman— married, living in a respectable neighborhood. But when she discovered her husband’s affair, everything started spiraling. Friends noticed her withdrawing. Neighbors whispered about the fights in their house.”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

“And the one she saw in her dream.” The ghost looked at me now. I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you following her?” Still no answer. “Say something,” I said firmly. “Now.” The ghost finally moved her lips. Her voice was soft but clear. “She can feel me.” “She’s not the only one who can feel you,” I muttered. “You shouldn’t be here.” “She’s the only one who sees me.” I stared at her. “She sees me,” the ghost repeated. “She hears me. Others can’t.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ragnar’s fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real. Was there really a ghost haunting the Nightfang family?

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

he asked, his voice tinged with urgency. The ghostly figure hesitated once again before speaking. "It was my daughter," it said, its voice filled with sorrow. "She was murdered, and her killer was never brought to justice." Sarah's heart went out to the grieving spirit as she listened to its tale. "We'll help you find the truth," she said firmly, her voice filled with determination. The ghostly figure nodded gratefully, its form shimmering with renewed energy. "Thank you," it said, its voice barely a whisper. "Together, we can uncover the secrets of the past and bring peace to this haunted mansion once and for all."

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.