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“No one knows what he looks like?” “No one,” the man confirmed. “At least, no one who’s still breathing.” Anthony let out a low whistle. “So, we’re chasing a ghost with no face, no identity, and no trace. Fantastic.” My contact shrugged. “That’s the thing about ghosts—they’re good at disappearing.” I stood up, my mind buzzing with the new information. “If you hear anything else,” I said, giving him a pointed look, “you know how to reach me.” As we left the building, Anthony let out a frustrated breath. “Great. So now we’re looking for a man with no name and a family that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

She looked at him as though she wished she could drag him into the grave to keep me company. "Grayson," my mother-in-law added, her voice shaking as she held out my death certificate. "It's true. Belle is gone. This is the proof." But Grayson didn't even glance at the paper. His expression remained cold and dismissive, his tone steeped in annoyance. "You'd go so far as to fake a death certificate just to keep this charade going? Isn't this a bit much? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"

She smiled eerily, but he was determined to see what the murderer looked like. However, when he tore off the mask, what he saw was a pale face with neither eyes nor a nose. All he saw were peachy, smiling lips. Yash's hair stood on end, and he let go of the nurse while backing away in fright. "Ghost! It's a ghost!" The female nurse approached him with an unnerving smile. "Who are you calling a ghost?" Yash's legs were so weak that he could not even stand up. "You... Don't come near me! I didn't offend you, did I?! Get away..."

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

then she stopped talking, she remembers she is on the journey of self discovery and she just smile while Manuel had already picked the call and he was already speaking with the woman. “ we are fine, she is beside me, let me give the phone to her” she says and Evelyn mom was surprised to hear him laugh and says she is beside him while Manuel gives the cellphone to Marylyn who gave a fake smile because she knows something is just not right, she remembered she had been staying with grandma for years now. She put the phone to her hear. “ Hello” she says slowly. “ Hello, Evelyn” she says.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.