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An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts. The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt. "Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me. The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

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.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

he started walking away, "See you" I watched as he walked away remorseful. I won't say anything because he should know what's it feels like. He seems like a bungled child. Should knock some senses into his head. Aish...this is tiring! I can hardly keep myself company because of my studies and now I've to keep this ghost guy company. Why do you have to make my life miserable, God?! *** "Why can't they just shut up if they don't know anything about it?!!" I was surfing through the internet for the past two hours about paranormal activities. Unfortunately, almost everything they say is either a huge lie or a made-up story. Some of them are hilarious, I should admit.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

CHAPTER 14 In the morning Alex woke up naked, she woke up with a lot of dead animals around her. Her body is full of blood even her mouth is stained with blood. She looked at the dead animals in fear. All the animals had no hearts and livers. She was scared, she quickly moved to run away. She looked at her hands and she clearly remembered what had happened last night. She became a werewolf and unleashed the power of ghost stone. She killed all the werewolf's clan to avenge her mother. She was enduring the pain last night then she lost her control, she killed so many animals and took their hearts and liver and she ate them fresh. The way she remembered it, the way she vomited. “it can’t be! I

Each account had been published in various ghost hunting guides available in local bookstores. “You really believe all that?” Louis asked. “I look at it this way. A few things you might be able to write off as coincidence, bad luck, or someone making up a tale. But there are just so many stories collected in this one place that you have to pay attention. I mean, it seems like something’s going on.”

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!