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The people here turned to bitter herbs gathered under moonlight, faded talismans, or desperate prayers offered to indifferent gods. Yet even now, as the engine of their motorcycle sputtered into silence, the face of the lady ghost clawed its way back into Eloise’s mind. No matter how fiercely she willed it away, the image refused to dissolve: the sunken, coal-black eyes wide with malice, the skin stretched taut and gray like wet clay, the mouth twisted into a silent, accusatory scream.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

An ear-piercing whimper sounded, as if a hundred ghosts were crying at night. In the surging black clouds, a horrible ghost face covered hundreds of miles. It had a blue-masked assassin with fangs and black eyes. It bit toward Caspian and swallowed up Caspian in an instant. All the ghost shadows around suddenly burst into cheers and roars. They gathered toward the ghost face in a mighty manner, like sharks that smelled the blood. They swarmed up and tried to tear Caspian into pieces. The face instantly expanded hundreds, thousands of times!

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos

Benny gave me a hard time from the moment we met. Ghost nodded, his fingers sliding over his phone. After a few moments, he turned his screen to me, and my forehead creased. It was an old picture of a girl grinning at the camera, missing two front teeth. Those green eyes, round-shaped face, and dark hair belonged to Benny. I squinted my eyes, louring at Ghost’s phone. She was swimming with a few other kids in the shallow parts of a fucking ocean. My eyes locked with Ghost. “I think there’s something wrong with my head. I should see a therapist, yes?” he asked, already on his feet.

My breath falters once. I don’t know the name. That should be enough. I steady my breathing and listen. Nothing outside but wind through the trees. Still, I step back. Ghosts don’t keep personal items. They don’t have pasts that can be written down. I open the cover just enough to see the first page. My name is there. Written in a hand I don’t recognize. Footsteps approach. I snap the book shut as the door handle turns.

The point took a peck on her forehead and make a thin smile. She shrugged while saying, “I don’t exactly know what her problem is. But she usually appearing when the book is flipped,” she answered while pointing her index finger to the study table of the young lady where the book was laying, but it’s now closed as how the ghost-witch vanished.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.