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The Ghost. The hacker who had been messing with them. The one who sent the files about the 2018 fire. He looked younger than Eli expected maybe late twenties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see too much. “You’re awake,” The Ghost said. His voice was calm, almost friendly. “Good. I was starting to worry the chloroform was too strong.” Eli pulled harder against the chains. The metal dug into his wrists. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

He did not retreat, but instead headed straight toward Ghostface, avoiding all the attacks that had been thrown at him. Harvey immediately appeared right before Ghostface and lunged his fist right toward his target. There was nothing special about this attack. It was a straight punch, aiming straight at Ghostface's head. While it was just a normal punch, what Ghostface was seeing with his eyes was that the punch was like a bright burning sun, instantly dispelling all the world's darkness. That attack seemed to blot out the sky and continued to expand outward in all directions. At this moment, the entire night seemed to shake.

he looked like some solider with a cold personality, an old but very long cut scar was present on his left side of his face which was starting from forehead and coming all the way down and vanishing into his long yet groomed mustache and beard… His dark eyes were fixed on me, but what caught my attention was a naked beautifully female ghost was clinging on his back…. her both arms were tightly wrapped around his neck while she was staring at me with blank expressionless eyes…. my eyes were locked with the female ghost on back of this man when he waved his hand and said “Get her clean and ready” I was brought back to my surrounding when four middle aged female walked inside with couple of wat

They sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned halls. A metal door stood at the end, slightly ajar. Waiting. Ayesha pushed it open. Face to Face with the Ghost The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from flickering monitors displaying surveillance feeds. And there he was. The Ghost. He stood with his back to them, hands clasped behind him. When he turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. "You finally made it," he said smoothly. His voice was calm, controlled. Too controlled. "Game’s over," Adrian growled, raising his gun.

"I don't want anyone else seeing this yet. No analysts. No trackers. Just you." "Understood." He paused at the door, looking back at me. "Is there something specific I should be looking for?" I turned back to the screen, to the frozen image of the woman's face, and felt something I had not allowed myself to feel in months. Hope. "A ghost," I said quietly. "I think I just found a ghost.”

Going on alert, I move slowly until my phone goes off again. Booth in the back corner. Lifting my gaze, I look in the direction that I’m instructed to go, and when I find a figure dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up watching me, I quicken my pace. Not speaking, I slide into the seat in front of the one waiting for me, and when his head lifts and his eyes meet mine, I find myself staring at a ghost. “Charlie,” I hiss as he pulls back his hood to reveal his scarred face. “Why are…”

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

I was alone in this torment. Suddenly, I felt something charging toward us at a high speed. I opened my eyes to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen - a woman's ghostly pale face, shrouded in long, black hair, appeared right above Finn. Her hands stretched out towards him, her sharpened nails nearly touching the back of his neck. I screamed with all my might and pushed Finn away. The woman recoiled, but her head turned toward me, revealing red eyes glinting behind her dark hair. Her voice grated like metal on sandpaper, "You... whore..."

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.