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he said and squinted at the two of us. He frowned, " You didn't go home?" He asked me " how do you know?"" You don't repeat clothes" he said. I scoffed, " What the heck? Are you guys monitoring spirits?( Evil spirits that monitor people). The fuck you guys are fucking creeps" I said. Phoenix cracked his knuckles. Uh oh... I turned around and bolted the other way with him hot on my tail and Tobias trying to stop him from killing me. ***** Clover I hummed as I skipped to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I gulped down the liquid someone came up from behind and before I knew it, I was pressed against the counter with a leech sucking away at my lips.

Apparently, these guys weren’t reaching out with their minds, they actually had tentacles growing out of their heads. “Of course we saw,” said Claire. “How could we miss that?” She wiggled her fingers in front of her face. “It were disgusting,” said Flossie, grimacing. “Oh,” I said. “I thought only I could see it because it looked like the tentacles that appear when I go into one of my trances.” I realised my hands were still on fire and put them out. “I wish that wouldn’t keep happening. Now they know I can do magic.”

The chairman did not say anything else when he saw more people gathering around them. All he did was grunt coldly, looking even grimmer than before. "No matter. It's Monster Spirits Roam. They won't get through tonight. Let's go!" The old priest spoke up in a dark tone. It was the second time Chase had heard this term, and it caught his attention. Monster Spirits Roam? Were there monster spirits there? The crowd lessened after the arrogant group of people left. Flynn was still in a daze and could not stand up.

For the sake of science! “I’m all dressed up.” Claud said. “I turned around fully and looked at him. My once baggy shirt and trousers looked like fitted clothes on his body. The shirt hugged his upper body so much that his muscles started bulging. His chest’s shape came out visibly in spite of the shirt he was wearing. “After you”. Claud smiled as he opened the door for me. I guess manners exist even among wolves. I grabbed my coat by the door and then we moved. I took him to an ice cream stand first and got one for both of us. He tasted it and exclaimed. “What type of sorcery is this?” Claud asked visibly surprised while taking another bite of the ice cream. “It’s not even Snowing but yet I

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.

I was told the Vicar was terribly sick of a cardiovascular disease the doctor called Myocardial Infarction (Heart attack). He had been rushed to the state hospital some days ago. We both decided to go pay Vicar a visit on his sick bed. Sandra and I had become close friends. Oh, you thought I didn't tell her about my clowny misfortunes? I did! You wouldn't believe it, after telling her, her love for me doubled. She became curious to know me more. An irony isn't it? We became close.

“I didn’t say anything about you.” “I know you've been spreading rumors about me,” I said firmly. A small crowd had slowed around us. People always slowed for conflict. It was easier to watch someone else bleed. Claire’s smile was slow and dubious. “Ah, you've heard the rumors,” she said, unperturbed. “A witch visits our school, and suddenly the ground dries out, animals die, the sun disappears, and now everybody’s sick. Maybe she came looking for someone, and that someone might be responsible for all these."

“There is... a glimmer of hope. A symbol, a mark upon the path. Seek the symbol of the crescent moon; it may guide you to Eskaal.” Clara's eyes widen at this cryptic clue, and she commits it to memory. She was grateful. “Thank you, Supreme witch. I will follow this guidance, no matter where it leads.” The Supreme witch nods, her ancient wisdom casting a shadow of both foreboding and possibility. The witch was speaking solemnly. “May the magic of the forest protect and guide you on your journey, Clara. Trust in your heart, and the truth shall be revealed.”

Maggie was already concluding that Clara was insane with the way she spoke. "Stop speaking it parables what are you talking about?" Sharon asked. "Okay okay, am gonna tell you everything right now but what's the assurance that you girls are gonna help me." Clara asked. "You're a Supernatural creature like us so we're gonna help you." Sharon said.

We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences. As I finished describing the visions, Clive added his own observations, emphasizing the urgency of our quest to recover my lost memories and confront the mysterious forces at play. We sought Coco's wisdom, her unique perspective on the supernatural, hoping she could offer guidance or insights that