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She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

She searched around for any possible object to hurl at the figure if possible. The figure raised its head to reveal the fresh blood running down from its pitch black eyes.. Now she got a clearer vision of what the supposed ghost looked like.. It looked nothing like Anita except for the black hair which was curly and and out of place, there was a patch of blood on the left side of its chest.. The eyes were pitch black as it gazed upon her with murderous intent.. "I told you that I was going to kill you tonight Rihanna!!..I will take you back with me" The eery and cracked up voice relayed, taking out that same knife from that night which had blood dripping from it..

I pressed the book to my chest. My gaze bravely—against my will—traveled the corners of the room, into the crevices and along the shadowed walls. A soft whisper hit the base of my neck. “Don’t be fooled.” It was sweet like a woman’s voice, but it held malice, and I found myself standing in the midst of one of those paranormal investigation shows, where the friendly ghosts had moved on, and I was stuck with whatever the devil rejected. “I’m no fool,” I whispered back.

Remington reply, shoving his dick deeper into my mouth I shiver, the cuff rattling above me "You spoil him by calling him a good boy" Ghostface retort harshly, grabbing my hair harder. "He's nothing but a filthy cumhole " He adds then stands in front of me. He grabs my hair back, causing Remington dick to pull out "Push your cock inside his mouth. I want him full like the dirty slut he is" he grits, pressing my cheeks together with his other hand. "You're just a little bitch who can only fuck by hiding his face" I retort back. Wanting his punishment and possibly force him into revealing his face

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

“ What are you doing?, “ Following your suggestion. Elizabeth answered. Doing a little research. Elizabeth used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “ Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “ I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “ I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “ Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” Bonnie remarked as she shook her head. Elizabeth stopped flipping thr