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Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.

Those souls that were trapped here continue to haunt the place. Gabi shivered in fear. Hurriedly, she ran towards the door past the stairs down to the lobby and there she saw it. She froze, fear gripped her heart as she saw the wedding gown. She screams in fear!

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

Frank nodded—that was good enough for him anyway. "We're here!" the beggar exclaimed and suddenly stopped, pointing at a nearby hill. Frank stretched out with his senses to see that there was a graveyard halfway up the hill, and that there were people there. To be precise, it was more a curious energy signature that lingered there like when Frank turned invisible! "All the stuff about ghosts and haunting is but tall tales the forefathers told to spook each other," the beggar said.

“You’ve embarrassed everything this family stands for, Sabatine. Don’t contact us again.” So he'd be a ghost. Sabatine Stalker, the ghostly investigator. He lived in that halfway place between worlds, in dressing rooms and day leases, his only friends, his remorse and his genius for finding things that didn't want to be found. Redemption wasn't something he even thought about, but in the process of revealing the truth, of making one more secret known, was the only atonement he had left.

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.

A place that has become my favorite spot. As I got there, I was taken aback immediately my eyes dropped on a sobbing lady sitting on the same stone Isabella sat on the first day we met. All the hairs on my body unexpectedly stood on end as if statues and my eyes started glistening, a gift I received since I saved Isabella. A gift I noticed always came into action anytime I'm standing before a ghost. The lady before right now is a ghost! "I'm not having anything to do with a ghost," I whispered to myself and was about to another spot but her words stopped me dead in my tracks.

Finally, I got that chance today. Stripping my clothes off and throwing the purse and hat on the floor, I stepped into the large and very rare claw-footed bathtub to soak my tired muscles. Ah, the luxury! Next time, I thought, I would sneak flowers from the fall garden to scent my water. Digging into my purse, I pulled out the day-old newspaper to check the headlines. There were no juicy articles or whispers of war. I sighed in relief, but then a paranormal story at a farmhouse caught my attention. This was the same tale that Gwen, who shared my dress station at work, had recounted just a few hours ago. I devoured the details, spooking myself out as I read about the woman who had killed hers

After checking in, they ate in a small restaurant next to the hotel. The lady boss of the restaurant was very friendly and welcoming. "Madam, I want to ask you something about Tavers Village." Stella asked gently. As soon as the lady boss heard the name "Tavers Village", her smile froze. She looked out the restaurant and said in a low voice, "Miss, you must not be from here. We don't casually mention the words Tavers Village here." "Why?" Stella was puzzled. "Five years ago, all 108 residents from Tavers Village disappeared one night. Since then, the place has been haunted. Some people have seen ghosts wandering around at night. They were flying around. It's terrible." The lady said.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s