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Laughter filled the suite, and those beautiful women left and got busy with their tasks. At that moment, two ethereal ghosts appeared in front of the mirage in the sky. The ghosts were two old ladies dressed in red robes and had white hair. "These are the scriptures inherited by several people. Have they all appeared in mirages?" "There are at least three people. One person can't inherit so much." "It seems like there are descendants from our families among these bugs. We must go and find them!" The two old ladies looked around and fixed their gaze toward Temple Road.

I was determined to uncover the truth. "I've come to talk to you about Hart Pierce, Aurora's older brother," I declared. She stared at me blankly for an extended moment, and I began to fear that she might not reveal anything about him. "Haven't you heard the news?" My brow furrowed in confusion. "What news?" "He's dead," she stated plainly. My breath caught in my throat. What had she just said? If Hart was dead, then who was the mysterious "Ghost" haunting us? "Are you certain?"

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.

Anthony didn’t even spare Adrian, who was standing beside Tony, a glance. Tony helplessly explained, "The ghost appeared out of nowhere and almost hurt someone. It was Mr. Adrian who drove it away." Anthony then finally looked at Adrian. Adrian chuckled and said, "No need to thank me." Anthony scowled, shouting at Adrian, "You’re the one who probably brought the ghost here! I've been working on this route for decades and have never encountered such a situation before!"

There was a hanged ghost sticking out his tongue, and he asked the drowned ghost next to him, "How did you die? And someone even dared to drive here?" The drowned ghost chuckled twice, all bubbles: "That's a hearse, just wait and see, soon Ghost Escort will get him." "Just don't know who's in the car?" The butcher, who was chopping a man's leg with a knife, stopped.

Master Azura inquired. Kiran shook his head, "No, it's not that ghost. I've already killed that one." "Killed it?" Master Azura was shocked. "Kiran killed that spirit that was troubling our home, and we no longer live in that villa," Ruth hurriedly explained. Master Azura nodded, "And this one?" "This one is the malevolent spirit you mentioned earlier," Kiran clarified. "A child?" Master Azura remembered Kiran mentioning something about a ghostly child. He looked towards the town, "If it’s still there, it must know by now that this one is dead."

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

Mom and the others went back to the city before I did, so there were times when I still kept seeing my cousin’s ghost a few days after the burial. And yes, he was still a child everytime I would see him... Sorry if my story got too long but I hoped you all enjoyed it. +++++++++++ And yes, dear readers, I do hope you enjoyed that story too. Until the next time we meet, this is The Diwata, your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa saying... I hope to see you again soon and fare thee well.

I said, silently requesting his help. He groaned. "This place is haunted by the ghost of a maid who committed suicide after her lover left her for another woman. She jumped into the well and died there a long time ago. The only skeleton you will find down there at the bottom of the well is the maid's body," he explained. I looked at him, surprised by hearing another version of the story coming from him. Now I'm truly confused. Who is telling the truth? Augusta or Alpha Jett? "Ah, so this well is haunted?" I asked.

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.”