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Kelly hurriedly spoke just as the ghost was about to get off the phone. “Make it quick. I don't have the luxury of patience to wait this long,” Ghost warned Kelly. He gave Kelly twenty seconds to speak up, or he would end the telephone conversation. “Can I see a photo or video evidence that my Daughter is alive?” Kelly requested. He had a feeling that something bad might have happened. Although he's trying to convince himself not to believe the negative thoughts haunting his head. “Thought you had better things to say. See you tomorrow,” ghost hissed and ended the call.

Ghost said simply. ________________ The two of them ended up outside, the night cool and still. The row of Harleys glimmered under the pale light, silent sentinels. Ghost lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the scars across his face. He studied Rhett for a long time before speaking. “You killed him.” Rhett stiffened. “You don’t know that.” Ghost’s gaze never wavered. “I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes. Once you’ve taken a life, you don’t hide it from someone who’s done the same. It leaves a mark, boy. Not on your skin. On your soul.”

Realizing that the Soul Hunters had been lying in wait for them even in Mr. Bates’s home, Gerald couldn’t help but frown as he sneered, “You Soul Hunters just don’t know when to quit, do you?” “Quit the cr*p and hand over the Phangrottom Talisman already! Your only other option is to receive a one-way ticket to hell!” warned the grey Soul Hunter in a frigid tone. Once he retrieved the Phangrottom Talisman, then their mission would surely end in success!

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

Vidia inquisitively asked, and I let out a heavy breath. “You heard me right, guys. I am going to Chicago. You know what… I know that you really have been thinking that I am just joking, messing up with you about this ghost thingy and OJ. But I’m not. I met a fortune teller, an expert about paranormal matters yesterday, and… I found an explanation of why I see OJ's ghost, even though I have no extra senses. She really is here, and I am the only one who can see and hear her. But she can prove her presence to you.” I explained and gave the ghost a look and told her in a whisper, “Show them what you did with the light in my attic.” “Oh, yeah, right! I can do that. I guess. Hang on.” OJ replied

she said confidently, "I'll still live after giving birth to them. I hope you're prepared to find answers to all of my questions, soon." The promise between them had turned into a challenge. Gomi scoffed, "I'm prepared." After saying that, it roared, acknowledging the challenge. ... Hue was at the bank and stood before a life-size cactus, that was higher and huge than average humans. The cacti were one of the many cacti that worked as bankers in Fantasy Realm. "How can you deduct so many good deeds from my account?" Hue asked, unsatisfied. When he got back to the realm, he found out his account didn't reflect any changes and he was unhappy about it.

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

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.