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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?"

Yeah, there are people like those. "No. Not everyone with extra senses could see ghosts and help them, Dyl. Some might see or feel you, but they will just ignore you. They treat it like a normal thing that happens to them every day- seeing ghosts everywhere they go. While some only feel something warm if you touch them, others think that they are just hallucinating or being paranoid. I did try asking a fortune teller to help me tell my parents to give up on me, but she said that she doesn't help ghosts who ask favors from her because it may cause a change or an arc in my destiny if she helps me. It sucks, right? But anyway, maybe you could find someone willing to help you, Liv. We just don't

was still pretty popular, so they thought of imitating the show and go ghost hunting inside their school. They laughed while they went around the whole campus when one of their friends named Gina (let’s just refer to her with that name) suddenly started acting weird... Gina was the one who always loved to laugh so they were surprised at her sudden change. She suddenly became sullen and expressionless without any clear warning. When they started asking her what was wrong, she didn't reply. She just went and ran off without warning... They followed her in hopes of knowing her destination. Finally, she stops in front of a Narra stump (AKA Andaman Redwood tree) and continued to stare at it even

(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.

“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.

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.