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I’d died with my back on cold stone and my blood feeding a curse I hadn’t chosen. I could hide in our rooms now. Pretend it was just another date. Wait for midnight to pass and then exhale. The thought made my shoulders hunch. “No more hiding,” I said slowly. “Not from dates. Not from ghosts.” Lucian’s thumb brushed over my knuckles, a small, grounding stroke. “So?” he prompted.

CHAPTER 18 Ghosts Under Bathhouse Row Saturday night, December 21, 2026 The bloodstone wakes me at 2:13 a.m. with a tug so hard it feels like someone hooked a finger through my ribcage and pulled. Dacia (urgent, almost excited): *Down. Now. Beneath the old bathhouses. Your grandmother’s friends are restless.* I’m already lacing my light-pink Vans before I’m fully awake. I text the group chat on silent:

She said, but the case was crystal clear. "No, am serious about this Henry needs your help." "Thats a lie." "No its true." "I believe her, she's telling the truth. That ghost still hasn't crossed over to the other side in almost three hundred years." Charles second said. "I agree. We must leave for Greenville." Another says. Melanie also agreed to know more. "The Star Gazers has tracked down a couple of ghosts and found them heading to the west. Normally I wouldn't suspect them, but none has crossed over to the other side and to top it all, Zonal Coordinators has gone missing."

Would there be a war between the Grim Reapers Association and the Capital? The haunted mansion's atmosphere also turned gloomy like other haunted places. News that the war between grim reapers and the Capital spread far and wide. As a small branch of the Capital, they would also be greatly affected. Every ghost market had been talking about this in private. If the war breaks out, the ghost markets have to suspend their business for a time being and continued hiding. If possible, they wanted to escape away from the places that might have become a battlefield. So by the seventh week since Mr. Lin Ze's arrival, the crowd from the ghost market in the haunted mansion obviously thinned. A huge num

“DANTE!” Nothing. Only my own echo slamming into the walls. I don’t know how many hours I yelled and screamed until I feel her presence again. Relief goes through me as my limbs start trembling and my vision starts to blur, my body is starting to shut down. “Ghost, just give up. You're killing us.” “No you’re killing us”, he replied. I must have passed out for a few hours because when I woke up, I couldn’t feel her again. I looked at the clock and it was sundown, it will be one more hour before Dante comes to release me and by then Ghost will be too weak to do anything.

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.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

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.”

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?