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"You're not see through. Are we able to hit him?" He ignite a flame at his sleeve which easily caught on fire and the ghost is shrieking and waving his arm around before putting it off. "Yup, we can hit him." Kurai said then showed the cover picture with a disapproving shake. "By the way, did you seriously perv on her when you saw this pic? That's my mom, you perv." "Boys, we're on the same side." The ghost said. With each step back, it's another step forward for them. The male ghost started running and he is surprisingly a fast runner but the duo are not impressed as they are able to catch up to him.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

Yet her faith in God, the Creator who held both the living and the dead in His hands, gave her strength to face them without despair. “Don’t,” she finally whispered, her voice shaky with reluctance. “It’s better if you don’t know. I’m sure the image won’t leave your mind once you hear it.” She glanced involuntarily toward the ghost, who remained exactly where she had been—standing silently beside George’s chair. The female spirit’s face was unnaturally pale, almost grayish, with sunken cheeks and eyes that were completely black, like two empty voids. Her lips were slightly parted in a perpetual, silent exhale, and faint dark veins traced across her forehead and neck. The sight was haunting,

Sadie hastily shook her head, " I don't. I just wished to make my friends delighted coming here...Please let me go..woo..woo." Sadie quickly rejected being smarter, she didnt want to offend this ghost at all. Gwen laughed, "Oh? Then shall we find what's so lucky about you?" Sadie quickly shook her head terrified, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!! My brain isn't good please don't..don't.." Sadie mumbled with whimpers. Sadie felt a particularly bad feeling, in the next moment, her forehead was sliced by the ghost's nails, Sadie could feel her eyes coated by the dripping blood from the injuries...Sadie shrieked and sobbed like a madman sensing her forehead being sliced for the eighth time.

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."

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Garfield complained. K Whatever hit him in the shoulder hard. Fortunately, it was dark, and no one could see how red her cheeks were. "Certainly that is not mine! It’s probably yours or----" Before she could finish her sentence, both of them were stunned when Garfield’s flashlight fell, and it stopped in midair and showed hundreds of ghosts were watching them. “---or theirs….” She added. Most of the ghosts frowned, "We don’t fart." Garfield leaned towards her and whispered, "See? It’s yours. " He held onto his pen and stayed on guard.

I waited until after the waitress brought our coffee before getting out my phone. “Look at what I recorded last night,” I said. “This is a video of the ghost in the hall. It’s obviously not real. The audio is very amateurish, too.” Heather smiled. “It’s on a loop.” “That’s the ghost that chased me up the hall the other day,” Amy admitted. “It’s not as scary on your phone. But what about the ghost coming through the closet door?” I showed her a photo that I took that morning. “What is that?” Amy asked.

But the images kept bleeding through, sharp and fast, like shards of broken glass: * A lock clicking on the outside of a door. * The muffled sound of her own voice begging. * Laughter, low and cruel, in the next room. Emily pressed her palms hard against her eyes until the pressure blotted it out. She wasn’t ready. Not yet. ________________ “Too loud in there?” She dropped her hands, startled. Ghost had appeared at her side, silent as always, moving like smoke. He didn’t sit, didn’t hover. Just leaned against the wall a few feet away, arms folded.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.