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“Drink this. See what you’re not supposed to see.” Cassie stared at the liquid. Her instinct was screaming: Nope, nope, NOPE. And yet… ‘child’ kept echoing in her head like an alarm. “What is it?” “An old recipe. It opens your head, it lets you see everything at once. Past, present. All of it.” Cassie had never heard of anything like that. But the woman’s creepy little smile got under her skin. So she reached for the bowl. The stuff tasted like death and burned like cheap vodka. She gulped it down.

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

The killer still hasn't been found. When I saw Jacob's message, a chill ran down my spine. That last call was him, too, so I called him right back. I kept my voice low, the irritation edging through. "Jacob, what the heck are you talking about? Did you forget Edgar already passed away?" His voice came over the line, shaky. "I-it's true. Did you check the apartment residents' group chat? The message was from Edgar!" I hesitated for a beat and told him we'd follow up on WhatsApp, then pulled up the group chat. Out of habit, my phone was on silent, and the group chat was muted. After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent.

Hayley folded her arms ready to listen to what her friend had to say. “I feel like those memories were taken away from me. Mr. Hagen was murdered, but I can't just tell what exactly happened because I can't remember. Yesterday I had to force myself to make some research about the histories of Weston Hills.” Wendy said, narrowing her eyebrow to Hayley and then to Marcus. “If I may ask, what did you find?” Hayley interrupted raising her hands. “Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.”

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

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I am truly taken aback by this girl,what can I possibly do to help her? The servants tell me that she leaves the Manor in the dead cold of night and walks around the grounds while speaking to herself.The snow which has fallen does not even deter her.What frightens me the most though is that the servants tell me she rambles on about magic and the dark arts in her sleep,calling out the names of creatures not of this world.I no longer think I have the strength to deal with her. January 01, 1811

I smiled, told her no, hung up, and blocked the new number. Even my coworkers were running out of things to say. "How many times has she called this month?" "She made her choice. Now she gets to live with it." I just smiled. There wasn't much left to say. Life went on. Eventually, Opaline Corp couldn't stay afloat. The company went bankrupt, paid out damages, and sank under a mountain of debt. The day the court froze Wendy's assets, she came looking for me at my office.

BEEF with Broccoli was the free meal for her that dinner. According to Malou, Mama Loida personally cooked dinner for that night because her son was supposed to go home. As always, Jenny's answers to Malou remained straightforward. Although the woman is kind, she is just like that, shy and quiet. She did remember, when she was in college, she was often teased by a particular person that recently became her best friend at a private university where she attended her first year of college, Ara.