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Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

They made sure she had enough to eat because her dad left a lot of cash before he died. They made sure she went to the best colleges and graduated with good results too. Lucy wasn’t a worker and her husband was a fraudster. They had lived their lives stealing and duping rich individuals . They were happy that finally, Crystal’s parents were dead and had left a lot of assets too. They couldn’t manage the money that Crystal’s parents had left and therefore they did what a normal thief would do. They sold everything in Crystal’s home and also sold the house just trying to live like a king and queen.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"Well, if you haven't noticed so far, we're investigating a case dating nearly forty years back. So far without any lead to prove it's the work of a person and not what people say it to be." "Ugh, you're talking about that stuff? What did people call it again? Samodivas? You believe the cause of all murders is some forest ghosts?" I burst into laughter. This is ridiculous. "Well, can you prove it otherwise?" His question makes my smile frown. Can I prove it? So far I have had no success. But I refuse to believe the cause of all problems is a ghost. Or more like 'unearthly beautiful spirits that lurk in the nights' if I must quote all the people I interrogated so far.