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"That is exactly the point of writing it there. Not to tell us something true. To make us stop trusting the people who are actually still loyal, one careful drop of doubt at a time, until none of us can tell friend from ghost anymore." Rosa appeared in the doorway then, wrapped in a shawl despite the warmth of the kitchen, her eyes moving from my face to the ledger and back again with the particular dread of a mother who has learned to read a room before anyone speaks a single word to her. "What has that book done to all of you," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "It has given us a ghost to be afraid of," I said, "instead of a person." "Ghosts are worse," Rosa said simply. "You ca

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.

I snarled, ‘If you’re so proud and powerful, show yourself. In an instant, two ghostly figures floated before me, glowing with a cold blue aura. The raspy-voiced one had long hair that flowed like a roaring flame, but it suited her perfectly; the other had short hair with a similar flame-like flow. Both looked so strong and terrifying. The short-haired one moved right in front of my face and smile widely, ‘Boo.’ Blinking rapidly, I looked to the side and back at him. He furrowed his brows, ‘Not afraid, wolf-girl?’

“And we’re next if we don’t figure this out.” The silence stretched again. I poured us another round. “Tomorrow, Ghost gives me everything he’s got. Every photo, every file, every message. If that woman is fake, I want proof.” “And if she’s not?” he asked. “Then she’ll explain the mark behind her ear,” I said. “The one shaped like a fox tail.” Valentino’s brow furrowed. “You saw it too?” “Ghost did..” “Jesus.” “Exactly.” We both drank.

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.

"Shit!" exclaimed Leon while trying to get the fire out of his other hand. However the ghost laughed while flying and exhaled a cold breath towards Leon's hand. Now Leon's two hands were frozen. He didn't know what to do. The forest ghost was now getting closer to him. Now Leon can clearly see her face, it was without eyes, nose or mouth. Leon didn’t know how she could see or speak. But Leon remembers that he created it that way.

It’s a baseless comparison, he couldn’t help, still felt an extreme amount of abhorrence with himself. “Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Matty.” The diabolical spirit of the oldest ghost crooned. He blew air on Matt, his body flied over the rocks. It bounced high, then coming to the lowest, flipping over Matt, bashing his head on the rock. The spirit levitated upside-down looking at Matt. One of the rocks developed into a child’s face—terror and hunger clouding those blue thread sewn eyes. They had been plucked out viciously from the burnt face with an objective to destroy the beauty of the child.

Or am I just hallucinating? I heard a loud thud, and I followed my gaze to see what is it. A book was lying on the ground, so I bent down to pick it up. I opened it to see the pages, but instead of words, I saw portraits. There were familiar faces of people sketched here when I realized it was the pack that I had seen earlier. I flip through pages and pages. The author of the book was anonymous. When I flipped to the end of the page I gasped when I saw Ethan and Chanel’s faces and there were words carved on their portraits below.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

I stood at the center of it all, and the silence around me felt wrong. Like it was waiting for something. From the corner of my eye, a figure shifted. A woman with half a face. Eyes melted, teeth still smiling. Behind her, more. Dead children. Men with their tongues cut out. A woman with a necklace made of severed hands. I turned slowly. More skulls. More ghosts. Something ancient was breathing against my back, and my lungs refused to pull in air. What the hell was this? Where had my body gone? Where had I gone?