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He just looked at me with eyes that grew darker, as if he was already imagining something I did not understand yet. I swallowed again, but finally nodded slowly. I accepted. What else could I do? Lazarrus walked to his desk, took a thin black folder from the drawer, came back, and handed it to me. On the first page, big bold letters read—A DIRTY DEAL. I opened the pages with shaking hands. My eyes went straight to the opening sentence. “This agreement states that Celeste Harper becomes the personal property of Lazarrus Walkez V...”

Halfway through he had started writing about vampires and werewolves and he seemed to have created a new specie too, The praishe. What sort of a name was that? I couldn’t help laughing. Maybe the writer got bored writing midway and started writing whatever he found interesting. I skipped over that part. There was a mention of The Well of Death too, which was deemed to be the hunting spot of Praishe. Gosh! Did the author lose his sanity trying to find out the true history of El Rosa? I couldn’t read the gibberish anymore and pressed the home button. It was already 6:00 am. It is surprising how time flies when you are reading a good book.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

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(4). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 4: Creaks... . ~~Lyla Drew~~ I walked out of my room hurriedly shutting the door behind me. I’m not taking any chances. Walking downstairs, I paused hearing a creaky sound in the upstairs floorboard. Don’t think about it, Lyla. This house is old, it has creaks all the time. I assured myself while heading downstairs and then to the dining room where Klaus was already waiting for me.

Like hell I was going to let him walk away without a yes. Crystal Later that evening… I parked the car in the garage and hopped out. I was tired and starving. My stomach was practically crying out for food. When I entered the house, Crystal was at the stove, serving something onto a plate. “I’m hungry.” “Go sit down. I’ll bring it to you,” she said with an eerie smile. Creepy. I sat down in the living room and waited. She soon returned with a plate of roast beef and rice, along with a glass of juice. It looked and smelled delicious. Or maybe I was just that hungry. “Eat up,” she said, still smiling. She sat across from me on the sofa. I took the first bite… and immediately spat it out. “What

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Patty is truly a saint. After my shift, I go to gather Maddie up. She moved upstairs to Patty’s apartment hours ago and fell asleep on the couch while reading a supernatural thriller. I don’t know how she reads those books and not have nightmares, but she doesn’t. She loves the stories of all the crazy fictional creatures, ghosts, vampires, witches, fairies and even werewolves.

The creeper took a step to them, snarling with drool slipping from its mouth down to the sand. “I have no choice but to step in.” The pregnant woman said about moving. The creeper halted, something was wrong and it felt it soon after It’s eyes widened as it’s body slowly deteriorated from his sides leaving only it’s two legs. “What the?!” the pregnant woman was surprised. “… how did he do that?!” “We survived!” Peirce and Node rejoiced as their knees where almost failing them. “It was more scary than the Torzillas.” Peirce exhaled, fell on his knees on their accomplishment, Node held his shaking hand as he forced a smile on his face.

This place creeped me out. Mama Delphine sat in her crooked chair, stirring a pot that smelled like pepper and old stories. Her sister, Marie, sat opposite, eyes open, soul gone. Breath went in and out, but there was no one home. I wanted out of here yesterday, but all I could do was wait for Lucian and try to block out the swamp witch’s mutterings. “The swamp gone quiet,” Mama said, voice low. “Dat mean de dead listenin’ again. When dey listenin’, somethin’ wicked fixin’ to walk.”