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Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Is that the female ghost she saw last night? However, she could not see the face to find out. She was too scared to move her head to take a look. So, she stood rooted and stared at the glass as her heart continued to pound loudly. The long-haired man tilted his head to the side as he aimed to kiss the nape of her wet neck. His high nose brushed against her jawline as he chuckled naughtily. "I have been waiting for you to say my name..." he said softly. He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss.

‘Oh, no what is she doing here, “I am sorry ma’am I haven’t finished my chores yet, thank you for the invite though,’’ as she hid her face from her “Please, turn around, why are you avoiding eye contact with me,” Mercy spoke with conviction. She stirred closer to see why she didn’t want to face her, slowly Amanda turned and saw her eyes covered, “Are you sick?” She asked with a concern, Barack gazed at the window impatiently, he moved in circles it was draining to watch him being restless. ‘’No, I am just avoiding hankering your clothes, it’s a sin to covert and I don’t want to.” She spoke with a shaky voice

"Shit!" exclaimed Leon while trying to get the fire out of his other hand. However the ghost laughed while flying and exhaled a cold breath towards Leon's hand. Now Leon's two hands were frozen. He didn't know what to do. The forest ghost was now getting closer to him. Now Leon can clearly see her face, it was without eyes, nose or mouth. Leon didn’t know how she could see or speak. But Leon remembers that he created it that way.

Liliana did not believe her, and immediately wanted to reject it, at that moment, a strange voice came from outside. "Welcome to the Eternal Land, I hope you guys will have a fun and amazing time at Eternal Academy." Liliana was so excited when hearing that. "Oh my God! Olivia, you're right! Did you learn through astrology or spiritual arts or something? " Olivia didn't say anything. She took Liliana's hand directly and dragged her to the door. Through the doorway, Olivia and Wiliana could see Pure was talking to someone. That was an old woman, probably ten thousand years old.

He got interrupted by a tug on his arm. My breath got stuck in my throat for a fraction of a second as soon as the giant figure appeared in front of me, making me look like an ant. "Yes?" The Scar face asked while hovering over me. Actually he didn't hover over me but he was too tall so I had to crook my neck fully up to see him. I've never seen such a tall guy in my whole life. This is called extraordinary tall. "Why did you send your men to my boutique?" I asked and he kept looking down at me with his blank eyes. He is always like this. Emotionless, maybe because he is heartless.

And Samuel's social media had kept posting updates, too. Suddenly, Adeline raced back home. She dug out the old photos she'd stashed away at the bottom of a box and studied them closely. Then it hit her—my smile looked stiff in every single one. Forced. Like they'd been photoshopped... Adeline's head snapped up. The photos scattered across the floor as realization crashed over her like a suffocating wave. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone and opened my social media account. The account posted regularly—but four years ago, I had stopped showing my face entirely. And the IP address... it matched the city where she'd been building her empire all along.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

Well, you might as well start reciting your last prayers because these walls might be the last ones you will ever see. It's usually very dark with little or no light, that is the way I like it. Only a few people get to see the face of a Ghost and when they do, they don't live to tell the story. We got to the garage and found the redhead girl sitting in a corner and hugging tightly to her knees. Her once beautiful face was caked with smeared makeup, her eyes were watering with tears, and her body started fidgety the moment she heard the door open and closes.

To protect my vision, I conceal my face with the back of my palms. Now that's a shield. Her voice will do. I don't need to see her face. This is the first time she has ever appeared to me since her passing. In my darkest hour, when I seek her face, she neglects me. What is her reason for showing up like a thief at night? Why does it have to be scary? What message is she trying to convey? I may have been wrong when I said ghosts don't exist. They fucking do now! My wife. She's enough evidence that I need.