Female Ghostface Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, you might as well start reciting your last prayers because these walls might be the last ones you will ever see. It's usually very dark with little or no light, that is the way I like it. Only a few people get to see the face of a Ghost and when they do, they don't live to tell the story. We got to the garage and found the redhead girl sitting in a corner and hugging tightly to her knees. Her once beautiful face was caked with smeared makeup, her eyes were watering with tears, and her body started fidgety the moment she heard the door open and closes.

Maybe her personality is ugly but definitely not her face. She frowned "Oh, no" She moved the pads of her fingers over her smooth cheek. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. "Making out with an evil ghost" She replied sassily. Crazy girl. "My condolences to the ghost, I'm sure he does not know you're an evil witch yourself" I retorted. She scoffed "You know I was only checking my face on my phone" I gave her a quick pointed look and met her beautiful eyes. "Is that necessary?"

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

Rick uttered. I simply covered my mouth with both hands. The figure was infused with cybernetic padding and dawning a emotion less face. “Cynosure,” Ghost fire addressed with an uneasy volume emitting from her voice. “Lets the fun begin,” the designer said with a grin.

Some men and women would oogle her as we walked but I didn't mind, she looked great. "Who are you supposed to be anyways?" She tugged me closer as we headed for the first haunted house. "Ghostface… from dead by daylight, not the movie. I liked the outfit better. The original is to baggy for my taste." She nodded and shrugged. She didn't really play video games despite me trying to get her into them. "You're a nerd." She laughed when a little kid ran past us crying. "Yes I am, but at least I'm hot." I thought I filled the suit out great. Entering the building we walked through the place with ease.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

The ghostly face twisted and morphed, adopting a gloomy and sinister expression with a huge, wide smile. Sunny felt scared as she watched the face materialize, its hollow eyes staring directly at her. Trembling, she whispers, "What the hell?" The ghostly figure moves closer and floats right up to her face. She can then feel it go through her body and out the other side, which makes Sunny feel like she is being shocked. Just as she feels zapping through her, the ghostly figure vanishes into thin air, leaving Sunny breathless and filled with a mix of fear. The whispering in the room then came to a stop. Pure silence engulfed the room, amplifying Sunny's racing heartbeat. She sat frozen.

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.”