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out of everything why mushrooms? "Well hello there Alpha Jackson...." One of the rogues stated. I knew that voice...where did I know it from? "Oh great...." I muttered as the rogue laughed maniacally in front of me. I definitely knew this guy. But why had he come now?

One of them caught his attention. Familiars. On the page was a picture of a cat, with white and black fur and bright green eyes. "Quite familiar indeed," Matthew mused, turning the page to read more about these creatures. "Familiars are spirit companions who assist witches in their magical practices. Many of them are in cat form, though advanced witches may choose to put their familiars in different forms." Matthew skimmed over the description, slightly uninterested, but two sentences at the very end caught his eye:

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

"Mike, please don't tell Luke about my marriage." He frowned, gripping the wheel. "Did you bully you? Argh. He was a cold fish back in school. If he doesn't look out for you, I'll go deck him." "Just don't tell him," I repeated. Mike grinned, not thinking much about it. "Forget that. We're going to the biggest zoo. You'll love it." "A zoo?" I blinked. My college research was zoology. Animals were my weakness. Once we got there, I saw my favorite alpine ibex and got so excited that I soon lost sight of Mike. As I searched for him, my nose bumped into a solid chest.

He still warned them, and he was ready to walk out of the forest, but when he was just about to step out of the woods, he was bounced back; he felt weird and again tried to walk, but still, he was bounced back. He felt horror, and an alarming bell rang in his mind. He knows there have always been rumors about this forest in the city, But he never paid attention to that; after all, who can say how much truth would those rumors hold, Because of that, he would always laugh and dismiss those words, Like, 'Something is going on in this forest, and if anyone enters the sunset, those people will never come out alive.' 'There is a monster residing in this forest, which eats humans'

It all started in the summer of 2018, with the mysterious disappearance of the two wealthiest men in Seattle. As written by Seattle Daily, “An unidentified body was found in the apartment of the richest most eligible bachelors in Seattle, The Hudson brothers who at this point are presumed the main suspects in this investigation whose whereabouts are currently unknown..”

He asked me. " I don't think you called me over for mere curiosities like those." I said. He could literally ask anyone. " Glad to see we understand each other." He said. " I heard the evidence of the case you're on is quite fail proof. What is the reason the suspect is not being indicted nor the case getting dragged around?" He asked. " I can't tell you that because the case is in mid investigation. " I said. " Is that right?" He said standing up.

a young officer summarized. I nodded calmly. "Yes. I think the five-hundred-dollar tickets were part of their plan. An expensive, flashy event would make everyone focus on money and jealousy after they vanished—hiding what was really going on." "These girls are surprisingly calculated," an older officer remarked, jotting notes in his book. After the questioning, I was allowed to go back to the dorm. For the first time, Room 412 felt huge and empty with just me inside. The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air.