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the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.

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

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! "

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--”

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.

“There’s no bathroom! I was lying.” “Mia! You’re way too evil!” “Thank god… I wasn’t scared,” someone muttered stiffly. “How about we tell ghost stories?” Goselle suddenly suggested. “One person, one story—how does that sound?” Dwyn immediately chimed in. “Sure. I’ll go first. I’ll tell you a ghost story from when I was filming in Aeriflux.” The moment everyone heard it happened overseas, they visibly relaxed. For some reason, as long as it wasn’t a story that happened domestically, it just felt less scary.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

This question that I've asked countless times is like a bottomless abyss, and before I fall in completely, I hurriedly pull myself back: now I should be thinking about Zephyrine, not the damn diary. "I've heard of the so-called 'ghost experiences' of quite a few of my friends around here, but if you ask me," Caleb bristled, "the so-called 'spirits' ' would be a magnetic field, or energy . . anyway (anyway), I'm not really sure."

Loren took one of the novels that Ria took from the bookshelf earlier and flipped through its contents. She also seemed to read the synopsis and nodded her head felt content. “Not really just curious…” Ria answered briefly while glancing occasionally at Loren. “Err… Do you believe in ghosts?” she asked Loren after debating in her head whether to ask her friend or not. "Of course. In this world there are many mysteries that cannot be solved by science and such logical explanations. Including ghosts, spirits and other unidentified beings… They must be exist… somewhere…” Loren nodded while looking at the books that Ria had brought.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.