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he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

Things had to be really bad if Ghost was willing to meet more people face to face. "Marco's friend. Hi." Fiona blinked at Ghost, probably trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. She hadn't, but that was the point of Ghost's appearance. He could be anyone. Literally anyone with a face like that. "Can we all talk?" Ghost hefted a laptop bag higher up on his shoulder. "Inside?" "Of-I mean, Marco?" Fiona glanced from Ghost to him. Probably because he was about to crack a tooth grinding them so hard.

As they stepped out and met their driver, she saw, just beyond the airport gates, a grotesque, overweight woman with a ruined face staring at her. ‘David, there’s a ghost! Olivia’s ghost is following us. Look over there!’ Bella covered her eyes with both hands. ‘What is it? There can’t possibly be a ghost.’ ‘There—look! A fat woman with a ruined face!’ Bella pointed towards the figure. ---

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

"You can show your friend." Harvey picks stuff out of the mess of a medical bin, and when he uses an antibacterial wipe, Perry tries hard not to let the stinging show on his face. "You're pretty tough, you know that?" Harvey says. "When I was bit, I cried and cried, but you're a champ. Do you know what the ghost looked like?" Perry sniffles. "Like a lady with glowing eyes." "Woah," Harvey plays along, but my nerves are still rattling. "Did you catch it in a video?"

Everybody froze staring at the smoky sight fading and coming together. "Long time no seeee. Helen." Her whispers was heard again, "Oh, who do we have here? Who did you come along with this time." She said in an audible whisper but it echoed and it was very audible. The smoky form moved swiftly past Boss's unconscious body and stood in front of Mr Wellspring, Mrs Wellspring, Sarah and Ryan. "Why do they look so familiar." She said and moved about Ryan and Sarah, making Sarah almost pass out with fright. She couldn't believe she was standing face to face with a ghost.

His brows and eyes looked uncannily like mine. "Nathan? You're back! You've forgiven me, right? "They all said you were dead, but I didn't believe them. I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Like a child who'd been wronged, Helena sobbed and threw herself into his arms. But only seconds later, she pushed herself away and stared at him in confusion. "No, you're not him. You don't smell like Nathan. Get away from me…" She suddenly screamed, grabbing her glass and smashing it against the floor. "You're not him! You're not him! Get out!"

Trapped. “Who are you?” The man pulled back his hood. Kai’s heart stopped. He had seen that face before. In the photographs. In Damon’s locked room. “No,” Kai whispered. “You’re dead. Damon said—” The man smiled. “I know what he said.” He stepped closer. “But you can’t kill a ghost, Kai. You should know that by now.” Kai stared at him. A face almost identical to Damon’s. Younger. Harder. Wrong.

She smiled eerily, but he was determined to see what the murderer looked like. However, when he tore off the mask, what he saw was a pale face with neither eyes nor a nose. All he saw were peachy, smiling lips. Yash's hair stood on end, and he let go of the nurse while backing away in fright. "Ghost! It's a ghost!" The female nurse approached him with an unnerving smile. "Who are you calling a ghost?" Yash's legs were so weak that he could not even stand up. "You... Don't come near me! I didn't offend you, did I?! Get away..."

He spat out a mouthful of grass and scrambled to his feet. Whoosh! Just then, a ghostly figure materialized 100 meters from Howard, an old woman in her seventies. She surveyed the four elders sprawled on the ground with a gaze as frigid as ice, a palpable aura of death swirling around her. "What the heck? A lady!?" Mystical Chubby blurted out, eyes wide at the sight of the newcomer. "You're not seriously the infamous Betty, are you?" "Weren't you eager to take her on? She's all yours!" Howard said, his face deadpan.