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say while crying. "Honey, what are you talking about? It's just a myth. No ghosts just come out of a board. Maybe they disappeared because some bad person kidnapped them. Scare you, but the crime of human trafficking exists. Trust me everything will be fine!" "Mom, you don't know. There is a devil in this house. Rebecca said that eight years ago a family lived in this house and they disappeared overnight. Until now the case was never revealed. Mom, please! Listen to me. We--"

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

She added as she crossed her arms. "The Ghost Student...." Garfield responded with realization, "Is that why you are letting those ghosts at school? I mean, we can always search for it online in these kinds of places. It could be a yummy feast too, especially those at school. " "Hey!" K Whatever kicked him behind his legs, "Leave those ghosts at school. It’s f*cking lonely and boring seeing your face in that huge school. Those students are funny anyway! "

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

"Wait." I suddenly stopped. Rica looked at me. I couldn't see her whole face. But her clear brown eyes reflected my bloody figure. "I just wanted to remind you that if you ever become a demon I wouldn't hesitate to offer you to the burned mansion. You know what they were interested in." Rica nodded. "I've heard rumors that there was a ghost market in the city. The famous burned house. " It looked like Rica had lived here in the dead's world for quite some time to hear of this rumor.

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Me: “Well, since I’m such a kind sweetheart, as thanks for doing my laundry… you can have a free cuddle tonight.” His head whipped toward me so fast I thought his glasses would fly off. Aaron: “What?” I shrugged casually. Me: “Remember that part where the ghost grabbed the guy’s leg from under the bed? Who knows—she might be under ours. Only way to escape is to be united. And to be united, we have to cuddle. But hey, if you’re not scared of a ghost grabbing your leg…” I started to turn away. Aaron: “Wait, wait, wait.”

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.