Ghostface Billy Novels & Stories

Gael make fists as he sat inside his car. "Bring him to out safe house. I will meet you there in fifteen minutes." He cut the call and furrowed his brows. There was no way Billy could reach there in time. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Hearing this, Grace then agreed, but insisted on going with him. The two went to many places, but failed to find out where Billy went. Without other choices, Charlie had someone check where Billy's car was going. When Charlie and Grace arrived at the apartment, they opened the door and walked in, only to see Billy in a suit sitting in the corner, whose face showed an ashen color. Grace glanced coldly at Billy and smirked, "You are not dead yet?" Billy had been staring fixedly into the space. Then he withdrew his gaze to look at Grace. After that, Billy immediately looked away.

“Perhaps this is a good thing. She could be stuck in traffic. It will give her more time.” Jarvis didn’t know how much Billy hoped that he was right. Ten minutes passed. No cops and no Gabriella. Billy collapsed on the long white leather seat. “Jarvis, can you fix me a gin and tonic? And make it strong.” Another eight minutes went by. No cops. No Gabriella. Billy had finished his drink and demanded another one. Jarvis already had another one ready for him. Billy took it and stood up. He went to the open door again. He took a sip. He pressed his lips together as he swallowed the strong concoction. “Damn,” he mumbled.

“We also checked her family and close friends, Young Master. Almost all of them are inactive or have been out of contact for a long time.” Billy stood up abruptly. His chair scraped harshly. “Keep searching,” he ordered coldly. “I don’t care how much it costs.” “Yes, Young Master.” Cakra left the room. Billy rubbed the back of his neck, his breathing heavy. An unpleasant feeling kept pressing on his chest. Not longing, not regret. It felt more like his pride had been trampled. “How dare you,” he muttered. His phone on the desk vibrated. A social media notification appeared from a fake account he rarely opened. Billy frowned, then swiped the screen.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

Margaret "Oh my!" I gasped covering my mouth with my hand as Billy's dead body lay in front of us. His eyes were plucked out and different stab wounds battered his face almost beyond recognition. Chills ran down my spine, and my eyes started to well up with tears, this wasn't the first time I was seeing a dead body but I felt pity for Billy. Whoever did this to him really had something against him "Let's go in, "Vladiv said mumbled holding my hand.

“Don’t worry, you won’t get any trouble from me.” “I don’t care what you are envisioning,” I said, shaking my head in exasperation. “Just don’t kick up trouble. Are people after you? Did you get into something again? ” “Nothing like that, sweetie.” he winked. “I’m just here to check on an old wound. That’s all there is.” With a casual wave, he darted down the hall, quickly disappearing around the corner. I called after him, but he didn’t look back. I signed. “I’ll go in now. How about you, Owen? Are you on your shift?”

A mocking smile appeared on his face as he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I see. You guys must not be real police officers. That crazy woman must have sent you to impersonate them, right? There's nothing she wouldn't do! "Tell me, how much did she pay you to put on this show? How much did she offer you to frame me?" The officer shook his head and said sternly once again, "Mr. Hart, whether you believe it or not, the facts are right in front of you. Please come with us." With that, they moved to arrest Patrick who resisted violently, unwilling to accept reality. Meanwhile, Lily, standing to the side, suddenly seemed to recall something. Her face instantly turned deathly pale.

I grabbed her hair, slamming her face into the concrete. She gasped, blood blooming across her perfect lips. Then she laughed. “You’re too late,” she choked out. Ice flooded my veins. “What?” Hennessy’s eyes gleamed with triumph. “Did you really think I’d come alone?” A deafening explosion rocked the warehouse. The east wall collapsed in a hail of fire and debris. Through the smoke, a new figure emerged—tall, broad, his face obscured by a tactical mask. But I’d know that walk anywhere.