Novel & Cerita Mario Creepypasta

What kind of sick joke was this? Kael’s eyes also flicked toward Mario. With trembling fingers, Mario tapped “Accept,” and the video began to play. The moment the woman’s face appeared on screen, a chill ran down his spine—his entire back drenched in cold sweat. “Sir, it’s the full video from the beach.”

“Anyway, yeah, the couple who got lost during a trek. It’s said they died, and some people believe their ghosts still haunt that place. Especially at night.” Amara’s brows pulled together. “There’s nothing like ghosts in reality.” Mario shrugged. “I hope so.” For the rest of the journey, Mario kept her engaged with his easy conversation. And despite her reluctance to warm up to him, she did, finding herself listening, responding, even smiling. Yet through it all, she didn’t dare glance back, fully aware of the familiar, burning gaze searing into her spine.

The filthy hand drops off the floor and rolls at Asher's feet. One of the soldiers tries to stop the blood. Mario doesn't scream anymore. It's like all his strength has left with his hand. The sight of his blood being drained by his wound and the Corvi Neri's man trying to stanch it makes his stomach turn. Mario's eyes roll over like the hand through the floor, and he pass out. Not sure if it's because of the blood loss, the scare that he felt — or the sanguinary sight that's developing on that abandoned storehouse.