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Kisa asked with a puzzled look on her face, still leaning on the wall where the mirror was embedded and searching for the ghost. Gilbert's chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. 'I was wrong. I should never have brought this woman here.' He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then asked, "So tell me, what did the ghost look like?" "I-Its face is pale, its mouth red and big, wanting to eat people, and... and its eyebrows are thick." Gilbert frowned, finding her description a little familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before. "It... It just laughed at me in that mirror, a creepy laugh, with that big red mouth trying to eat me."

She looked at Julian, whose face had lost all color, staring at the statue. "If we’re home," Maya whispered, "who are the two people standing in front of this statue?" They turned. By the garden gate were two strangers—a woman with a laptop bag, a man holding a camera, tourists. The woman spotted Maya and Julian. Her eyes got wide, then she dropped her bag. "No way," she mumbled. "It’s them. The characters from the book." She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a real book. The cover showed a silver tree and a red door, titled: THE GHOSTS OF THE INK.

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

She smiled eerily, but he was determined to see what the murderer looked like. However, when he tore off the mask, what he saw was a pale face with neither eyes nor a nose. All he saw were peachy, smiling lips. Yash's hair stood on end, and he let go of the nurse while backing away in fright. "Ghost! It's a ghost!" The female nurse approached him with an unnerving smile. "Who are you calling a ghost?" Yash's legs were so weak that he could not even stand up. "You... Don't come near me! I didn't offend you, did I?! Get away..."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Unbeknownst to her, her smiling face was as white as a ghost’s. The man on the sofa lifted his head from his book. His gaze landed on her face first, then it traveled slowly down to her fingers that were gripping the blanket in front of her chest tightly. His dark eyes traveled from her knuckles that turned white to the veins that were popping out from the back on her hands. Then, it moved up to the woman’s face that was as white as a ghost’s once more.

"Ghost Shadow Curse. This is the mystical technique of the Brennan Secret Sect. Its power is unimaginable. You're dead!" The ghostly face roared and clawed its way toward Chase in attack. There was a chilling wind. The entire area was like hell on earth. It was frightening. The ghostly face kept floating around at lightning speed. It was difficult to catch it. "Not bad. Unfortunately, it's far weaker than I am." Chase burst out with a laugh and waved his right hand. Red flames appeared. They burned furiously as if wanting to incinerate everything in sight. The dark mist vanished because of the flames.

She looked around cautiously and walked slowly towards the depths of the library. Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness, "Stop. Don't move." Alicia froze in place and slowly turned around. In the shadows of the moonlight, she saw a tall, slender figure. He was wearing a black baseball cap, and his face was hidden in the shadows. Nevertheless, Alicia could feel the sharp gaze of his eyes as they looked at her. "You're the ghost?" Alicia asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The figure slowly approached until the moonlight illuminated his face. Alicia could now see his features: deep-set eyes, a prominent nose, thin and tightly-pressed lips. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a g

' Ghost replies and I feel him take over at once. A few minutes later, I arrived in front of a door and opened it, and Ghost's ability to turn me into a "ghost" was undone. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform