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I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

Soliaire flashes his eyes on me again this time they are bright with a fire shining inside of them, no doubt the fire he wants to burn me with. I'm paralyzed with fear as he roams his hands all over my body. It's like I'm under his spell and can't look away from his blinding gaze. "Once upon a time I knew a girl who looked just like you." His fingers are on my neck. "She wanted something only I could give and in return I asked for her soul." His hand is placed against my chest. "She gave to me willingly." He leans in to whisper in my ear. "But I doubt you would ever willingly give me anything and that's alright, I have no problem taking it from you."

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

’ I handed her the leftovers and left her alone. ‘Aren’t you going to eat?’ ‘I have lost my appetite.’ ‘Morning chomee.’ Anna greeted me the next day. ‘I’m sorry for arguing with you last night. It is just that I have heard horrible stories about people disappearing without a trace in this God-forsaken city and I worry a lot about you. You and I are like sisters.’ ‘Come on friend, God-forsaken? It is not that bad; you just need to get used to it.’