Novel & Cerita Ghost Diary

The scariest thing was that Harriman and the surrounding police did not seem to notice the existence of the cameras at all! Everything that happened in Zero Major Crimes Unit was within Jack’s expectations. However, if he were to see everyone’s performance here, he would probably still laugh out loud. The reason why the police around Harriman couldn’t see the cameras was naturally because of the system’s power. The camera equipment given by the system itself was invisible. They had already walked in the wrong direction of analysis. “Could it be…could it be that the Death Inquisitor is a ghost?” Judy said in a trembling voice, and then suddenly shouted again. “Too cool!”

“Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.” “Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself over and over again. He didn’t mind saying it over and over until he believed it. Anything to make himself feel better about their mission in the middle of the night at St. Jacques. Chloe moved through a short expanse of land, taking time to scrape the mud off the tombstones and stare at the names on them. “Gary Endrick,” she murmured. “1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.”

The dirt-digging wizards never reveal his trick. “She didn’t die in a boat accident; she died in an accident in a boat. Asphyxia by strangulation.” His eyes were laser-focused on the road. “Call Rain.” I dialed Rain’s number on his phone and put it on speaker. “Hey, big boy,” Rain’s sultry voice emitted from his phone. I cringe, but Ghost didn’t seem bothered by that pet name. “You’re on speaker, babe. We are gonna visit Benny’s therapist.” “Ah, bonjour, lover boy,” Rain teased.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

Now he knew that the shadow has grown a bit more powerful and that he need to take extra measures even if he wants to deal with the shadow. "are they fine?" Gao yu asked as he pointed at the other students and professor Snapes. "yes they just collasped, the shadow stopped the sacrifice on time," Cou Tian said. "i guess it is about to get more lively, Cou Tian said as he brought out a book in the form of a dairy from his pocket. "the book of ghost has waked up again after seventeen years, tell your parents to meet me," Cou Tian said as he left.

I wish to see her tomorrow. Okay now this guy is creepy. He doesn’t have a life. Stalking somebody this badly? Who does that? My interest dwindles a bit. Though I feel a little sorry for him. I have been through what he went through. I was a geek once. Not that a lot has changed. I am still an ugly geek, so I know how that feels. Please don’t let this guy be dead, I think. But it’s a hollow thought. No one could have survived the impact of the blast after being so close to it. The diary is stark evidence of that.

"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.

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Ghost answers for me. “I already did.” The reporters glance at one another, brows furrowed. “We didn’t receive a report of it closing,” someone calls out from the crowd. Ghost smirks, completely unfazed. “Because I burned it down.” A collective murmur spreads through the room, a ripple of shock washing over the reporters. “What?” a man in the front stares at him, incredulous. “My father isn’t one for reporting things,” I explain, voice sharp and unapologetic. “Especially not when it means admitting weakness. So, there was no official report. Everything was kept quiet.”

“Who?” “Oh! Did I answer without explaining the situation? My bad.” Grace clicked her tongue. “Diana died last October. The person you've been dating for the past six months was actually her ghost. I freed her spirit recently.” “What the hell are you talking about?” the man snapped. “You crazy bitch, I saw her. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a dead woman and a living one? And if you don't stop this stupid joke, someone is going to get hurt.”