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he closes the lid of his laptop then puts it on the side table. "Then watch movie with me." "I don't like horror movie. It's all fake.” "There ARE ghosts in this world, Honey. Ghosts, spirits, haunted houses. They are most definitely real." He makes a face, a ‘meh’ face, "Can we play a game? Something stimulating, not just sit and scream watching this ridiculous movie." I'm gonna let that comment about this movie being ridiculous slides, simply because he pays me good. If he's one of my younger siblings, he would've been kicked somewhere the moment that word comes out.

She suddenly remembered how in TV shows and movies, sudden drops in temperature were used as a hint that a ghost was about to appear. "If you don't find it before nightfall, you'll get lost in the dark and…well…I hope you don't meet any ghostly apparitions on your way out. They can be pretty spiteful and dangerous after all." Kiran froze. Surely Diel was just teasing her, right? There couldn't be any ghosts in the citadel. She then felt another presence behind her. This time, it was accompanied by an eerie hiss…and what seemed like the sensation of a slimy tongue flicking dangerously close against her ear.

Bryce furrowed his forehead furrowed out of confusion. "They only show what others want to see and want to know about them. I knew some ghosts. They are highly classified and dangerous. Some of them are secret agents, while others are assassins. If you push the wrong button, they'll come after you and kill you. No one will know who did it. They'll come out clean. That is why they are ghosts. Take it from me; if you want to know more about your ex-wife, you do the investigation. She won't suspect you. Less hassle and less expense." "What if you talk to the ghosts, you know?"

(Pushed Rose to the floor and a star blade hit the tree behind her) ROSE: (saw the star blade and widen her eye) There really are ghosts LOGAN: That's one hiker gone (laughs and moves closer to the blade to remove it from the tree) The blade is real ROSE: I accidentally read an horror novel and it says ghosts aint real but their attacks are ANYA: Are you kidding me? There are no such thing as ghosts. Let's keep moving. CLAIRE: (step on a tree root and a net was coming fast to trap her but Rose quickly controlled air which moved Claire from the spot) Thanks Rose.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Soon he starts to experience paranormel events in his room, at night. Troy had clutched the quilt tightly, as if about to sink his nail inside it by tearing it. His face was red and his eyes had terrible fear. Eva was giggling looking at the movie, passing mean comments at the ghost. "Oh the ghost is so beautiful." Troy turned to look at Eva, as if she was also some kind of ghost. "Shut up Eva." Eva giggled looking at Troy and the movie proceeded further. Suddenly the movie showed the ghost emerging from the cupboard and pouncing on the patient, when he was fast asleep.

“Ghosts aren’t usually this… flexible.” “Exactly,” Alexandra said. “They’re usually trapped in a loop—stuck in how they died.” “But this one keeps switching up his whole persona,” I said. “What kind of ghost changes its story mid-haunt?” Alexandra shook his head. “None that I’ve ever seen. Usually, how they die defines their entire pattern. This? It’s all over the place.” He paused. “Wait.” I glanced up. Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed.

Ghost stories around a bonfire—what could be more suspenseful and playful? Alastair settled down next to me, his hand finding mine. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he began his tale. "Once, in these very woods, there was a legend of a ghostly figure that would appear every full moon. They say that those who encountered this spirit were granted a wish, but at a great cost..." His words hung in the air, and the pack leaned in closer, their eyes locked on Alastair, captivated by the haunting tale. The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the suspense in the atmosphere.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.