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Immediately a figure appeared from the shadow, hooded, cloaked in a faded brown, his face obscure in the shadows, although veiled, but I could feel the weight of his eyes. I couldn't sense his wolf, and that terrified me more than anything. He stepped closer but not threateningly, his gaze buried at the pendant I was clutching in my hand. "You touched it," he said, looking shocked. I looked from him to the locket, and I didn't say a thing. Exhaling slowly, he pulled back the hood. I gaped, staring at the ghost standing in front of me. I swear I had seen a portrait with this face hanging somewhere in the pack house while the guard led me to this tomb.

It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance. Elongated nails that were as black as the dark night. A body that seems to be fading she could almost call it a ghost if not for the fact that she was really looking at it. No form of nose, eyes mouth or ears, just a black foggy head. What was it? Suddenly, bright reddish orbs blazed open from the formless head and looked straight at her, spellbinding her that she just couldn't look away. There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

] Landon stared at the screen, the cigarette held between his fingers snapping and falling to the expensive carpet. He shot to his feet, his voice dropping to a low, vicious snarl. “Find them! Find out who this is, immediately!” His technical assistant’s face was ashen. “Sir… we can’t trace the source. Every single trace has been completely wiped clean… it’s like… like the last time, ten years ago…” Landon’s pupils contracted violently. He remembered, suddenly and chillingly, the phantom who had appeared a decade ago, slicing him three times in the darkness without ever revealing a face. He had believed that ghost to be dead.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Chi la! It was like a full tomato that was cut open at this moment. The giant face was immediately torn apart. But soon, countless vengeful ghosts rushed out. These vengeful ghosts condensed into a twisted gray fog, which healed the wound in an instant. The pressure on the giant face did not weaken at all. The zombie emperor was much stronger than Xander Faris! Even if Xander Faris burned his Natal Genuine Vitality, he only broke the giant face's defense at that moment.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

“Is that a human or a ghost?” Across them, dressed in black, a man with a face so deformed that his features couldn’t be differentiated was walking toward them. He had no nose, his teeth were showing, and his eyeballs were even protruding from their sockets. There were craters all over his skin, as if his face had been washed with sulfuric acid. This man was utterly horrendous. If he were to act in a horror movie, he wouldn’t require any special effects makeup. He must be the ghost previously shown on the livestream.

Kisa asked with a puzzled look on her face, still leaning on the wall where the mirror was embedded and searching for the ghost. Gilbert's chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. 'I was wrong. I should never have brought this woman here.' He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then asked, "So tell me, what did the ghost look like?" "I-Its face is pale, its mouth red and big, wanting to eat people, and... and its eyebrows are thick." Gilbert frowned, finding her description a little familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before. "It... It just laughed at me in that mirror, a creepy laugh, with that big red mouth trying to eat me."

*Rose* Peeking through the windows, my surprise and confusion turn to horror. Four figures stand in the dark fog in the gardens below. I blink and try to adjust my sight. Their forms seem to be swaying to music only the four of them can hear. As my eyes focus intently on the faces looking up at me, my heart drops. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I have never seen a ghost, but they say there is a first time for everything. The faces below are blurry. They all have no definitive features. They are faceless.