Romans & histoires Ghost In Th Stalls

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

The real reason was that I wasn't important enough. That afternoon, my friend took me to look at apartments. After I settled on a place to stay, she invited a few friends over and took me to dinner at a classy restaurant in a hotel. She went to park the car, so I went upstairs first. The moment I walked through the revolving door, I heard a familiar voice. "Oh? Isn't that Nora?" I instinctively turned to look. I saw Ethan and Mia leaning against each other with their fingers intertwined near the reception. When Ethan saw me, he immediately pulled away.

Those eyes lifted and locked on mime and the glass instantly stopped moving. “The dead has no business with the living, Riven Cole,” he said, voice low enough that only I heard the tremor under it. “We don't tend to corpses here.” I crossed the distance, my boots leaving wet prints on sawdust, then I placed my hands on the counter and said in a low voice, “Then pour one for a ghost.” The room seemed to respond to my words like they heard me, a hush spreading round. I heard a chair scraping the ground and seconds later, someone in the back muttered “traitor”.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Was this a ghoststring coin? He waved his hand again, and the soul carriage stopped dead in its tracks right there in Ghost City. All the spirits running food stands turned to stare at the soul carriage. A hanged spirit, whose tongue was sticking out, asked the drowned spirit next to him, "How'd this man bite it? I can't believe someone actually had the guts to drive down here." The drowned spirit let out a couple of chuckles, bubbles floating out with each laugh. "That's a soul carriage. Just wait and watch. The Phantom Patrols are about to wreck his day. I wonder who's inside that thing."

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

"D-Did you figure it out?" The man who was always dominant in the workplace struggled to speak those words. I nodded, only to realize he couldn't see me. Yet I remained silent. I no longer had the courage to speak. After a long pause, I finally asked, "W-Where is Sebastian buried?" Sethian's voice was still rough when he answered, "At Guthram Cemetery." I immediately searched for it on my phone. Guthram Cemetery was a small, not-so-well-known cemetery located on the outskirts of the city. It was serene and beautifully maintained, and the grounds were cleaned daily.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

Gold and Silver Ghost’s expressions suddenly stiffened. In the next second, the two’s chests were shocked and their eyeballs even popped out. An invisible force forcibly squeezed the two’s hearts until they exploded! Gold and Silver Ghost were dead! Zella Yaeger just happened to watch the sudden death scene of the two people, she felt that it was extremely surreal. Gold and Silver Ghost, who had gone to great lengths in order to chase after her and even driven her to the brink of desperation several times, died in the blink of an eye in Aunt Rockefeller’s hands. Most importantly, Aunt Rockfeller had not even touched them with her own hands from start to end.