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She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

"Everyone has a story, Joan. It's part of the tradition.." I looked at Emily. She smiled encouragingly at me. The room fell silent as they waited for me to begin. I took a deep breath, searching my mind for a story. I remembered a story my mom told me when I was younger. “There was once an old mansion far away from a hidden, forgotten town,” I began “It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a young woman. The woman was a bride who had died on her wedding night.” Sarah and Emily gasped.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

she whispered, starting to turn around— —and froze. An old woman was suddenly standing right behind her, staring blankly. “Kyaah!” Hilda screamed and jumped straight into Aron’s arms. The kids woke up, startled, as Khan and Nari rushed in. “Ghost! There’s a ghost!” she shrieked. Nari blinked. “That’s… not a ghost, Hilda. That’s a person.” Indeed, the old woman blinked in confusion, clutching her keys. Hilda’s face flushed red as Aron tried—and failed—to suppress his laughter.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

he said. "Liar!!" I yelled still scared. I heard him laugh. "I fuc*ing promise not to inject you" he said. Hmm. I don't trust this guy. "I want to spend the night here" I persisted and I heard him sigh. "Didn't mom tell you about the ghost in this house? There's a ghost going around this house at night and it possesses people with strong heart" he said. What? "Won't it possess you!? You're so cruel and your heart is as strong as stone" I snickered.

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

Stunning in its perfect hostility. "And speaking of the past..." he says, lowering his glass with deliberate slowness. "I'm told we have a very special guest with us tonight. A ghost, really. One I spent years chasing through continents and silence, through encrypted messages and dead ends." Flora's heart slams against her ribs with such force she fears everyone can hear it echoing through the cavernous space.

He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room. As Pascal arrived on campus, he heard boisterous cheers emanating from a particular direction. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the commotion. However, something caught his eye - a ghostly figure standing in a corner, staring at him with a lifeless expression. Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost.