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Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!” When Claire heard this, she could not help but have a helpless expression on her face as she said, “Mom, no matter what it is, you’re still a university graduate. You actually believe such rumors? There is no such thing as ghosts in this world! It’s all just a lie.”

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-

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

Blackwater blood. My chest tightened. This was not a new stain. This was years old. It had been here before the freezer, before the kitchen, before the rebuilt packhouse. They built this place on top of the dead. The truth landed heavy and sharp. The story everyone told about clearing the land was a lie. These walls stood on bones and ash. My hands shook as I scrubbed harder. The brush scraped frost and grime but the smell stayed. The cold crept deeper, biting through the gloves, through my skin. My teeth began to chatter.

He looked down at her big eyes gazing up at him, seriously nodding, "Yes, I saw it. It was so terrifying, my legs were shaking." Candice: "I told you, it’s impossible for me to be the only one seeing ghosts!" At that moment, Rex and Jerry, who had been eavesdropping for a while, couldn’t hold back anymore. Jerry looked stern, "Candice, what are you talking about? What ghosts?" Rex, who had been sulking earlier, was now unusually excited, "Ghosts? Where? Where? Is it a vampire? A European ghost? An Asian female ghost?"

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

“Okay, whatever suits you best.” I connected my laptop to my phone’s internet and opened the one streaming platform that offered all nine seasons of Haunters. I signed up for a free thirty-day trial, still refusing to waste a single dime on Brandon Price’s boys band. “Shall we?” I asked, opening the episode list. “Go to season one.” “You want me to watch their first visit to the Manor?” “For context.” “Okay.” Watching Haunters with a bunch of ghosts turned out to be way funnier than I would’ve ever expected.

Nevertheless, I pushed forward, my fingertips dancing across the keyboard, searching for the elusive truths hidden in the vast expanse of the internet. Websites appeared and disappeared on the screen like fleeting phantoms, their pages teeming with folklore, legends, and ancient myths. I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims.

the brunette Moroi challenged her friend. "I'm not checking out shit because there's nothing to check out! You guys are just trying to scare me." "I swear, Lana. I really heard it this time," Iris said as she took a step back. "Heard what," I repeated more loudly, not bothering to hide my irritation this time. "The ghost of Sadira Ivashkov," Gwyneth morbidly replied. "A ghost," I asked dryly. Two of them nodded their heads while Lana just looked at them uneasily. "You seriously expect me to believe that? How dense do you think I am?"