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“Then dig deep, Crown. Because I’m not done haunting you.” A distant explosion shook the walls. Sirens rose, wailing through the Tower’s hollow bones. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 17 — Ghost No more hiding. The dead demand payment. And some legacies never die.

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

The book was that vile. Various thoughts ran in his mind and he could already connect it to the real cause of the ghost haunting. But just then, a loud sound of something breaking reverberated. From within the room, which Leyte speculated to be the bathroom, a scream suddenly broke out. It naturally made Ley dashed towards it. The book was still in his hands. After a few steps, he saw a man shrouded with a black aura fainting on the cold wet floor. This guy should be the one named Nathan Garcia, a horror writer, and the current owner of the cursed book.

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

And if Caleb had to burn the Sterling billion-dollar empire to the ground to melt those handcuffs off Evelyn’s wrists, he would do it without blinking. The Ghost was tired of the shadows. It was time for the haunting to begin in earnest.

Looking at the scene, the ghost was reminded of her time with her master, yes, she was a maid of the Laurent family called Gwen who fell in love with her master Andrew Laurent. Ghost Gwen, as a soul couldn't shed tears, seeing how lucky the girl in front of her was, she was alive and had a man that would protect her unconditionally. Suddenly, Marcel shot some sorcery energy towards the ghost standing above the bed, causing the ghost to dodge and return near the door. Marcel glanced coldly towards the ghost while gently moving to not wake up Sadie. Marcel's eyes were full of disgust sensing the vast portion of souls devoured by Gwen's ghost's soul.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.