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By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

she stopped talking, momentarily speechless. “What?” “Ghosts. A lot of them.” They were standing on the opposite side of the stream, looking at her. They were old – all of them died centuries ago. “This isn’t like…the Dracula’s castle, is it?” “You mean the Impaler?” “Yeah, that one.” “No…but a lot of people must have died here. Lots of wars.” “Yes,” she said, shuddering, “I think I want to go inside.” “You don’t want to try--”

Kai asked, still clutching Marcus, bleeding from his injuries. “The one the living aren't supposed to know about," the ghost said with a grin. "Built before this cemetery, before this town, before humans decided this land wS theirs. Full of books about things like her.” She pointed a see-through finger at Tamara. “And in exchange?” Tamara knew nothing was free. “You read what you find. All of it. Even the part that hurts. And when you're done, you share one memory. But I get to pick which one.”

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

Thus, they ended up talking about mundane things with Nerine, laying it on thick. Talk about gabby. Even bone-dry and thirsty, they would not stop yapping. "Ever hear about the Ghostly Mansion? They say it's full of weird, spooky stuff," one piped up. "Don't freak us out! Those are probably just tall tales," another countered. "Who cares? If we run into something, we'll just snap a few pics with our eyes shut and make a killing selling them." They were all off to the Costa family's place for some 'adventure', but each had their own angle. What they were really up to, well, that was their little secret.

Miranda replied. "Is that so?" The ghost questioned. Miranda nodded and then she said, "they're not real. Just fairy tales, and a good character to use to win money off teenaged girls. I mean do you know how much money was made because of Edward Cullen?" The ghost nodded and released a dry, sarcastic chuckle. "You're talking to a ghost. Would you say I'm not real?" The ghost pointed to her chest. "Well, I- I mean-" "Save it." The ghost expressed with a raise of her palm.