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But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

MARCO PECKED AT THE computer keys with his index fingers. He'd never picked up two-handed typing, and whenever possible, he kept far away from a computer. Especially if other people were around. This was an exception. Ghost paused from time to time to glance at Marco and snort. They didn't have time to toss the shit back and forth. At 10 a.m., Ghost had flipped the switch on his bit of code, locking everyone out of the Good Global network. It was time to force Fiona to come to them, before it was too late.

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

I gasped, and dropped my hand back to my side. At the sound of my breath, the wind blew a gust of cold air through the broken widow, making me shiver. I could feel the presence of something or someone around me, but couldn't see anything. My stomach began to rumble loudly in my ears, my right arm felt tingly, the feeling of my fingers exploring the cool glass softly tugging at my skin, and I tried to reach out to the lamp again but couldn't. "This rumbling stomach again..? Gosh! I hate this! It's so discomforting. Fuck!" I released, holding back my breath so I wouldn't throw up.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed the memories away. Focus. I plugged in the old laptop she kept here—ancient but completely disconnected from the outside world. A perfect secure device. When it powered up with a groaning whirr, I opened the email account Ghost had contacted me on and found a new message. No subject line. No signature. Just a zipped file and one sentence: Don’t scream. I muttered, “That’s a stupid opener,” and downloaded the file anyway. My fingers trembled a little as I clicked it open.

Hours passed and she sat there like a statue. Hearing the knock on her door she dragged herself towards it to open it. Her legs betrayed her as she was pushing herself more into her own dark counter. She wanted to keep everyone away. But repeated knocks made her open the door to welcome no one but Arthur. She looked blankly at him with dry eyes. No way would she tell him her weakness. She was controlling herself to fall down on the floor. Arthur looked at her with a shocking expression. Water was dripping from her hair. She was looking horrified and soulless. Her eyes were looking dead. She was standing like a corpse.

I said, my voice dangerously soft. Ghost shook his head snappily. " I mean I don’t want any part of this. Not for money, not for favors, not for anything." " You already know too much," Matteo said coldly, stepping near. Ghost flinched and turned white like he had lost all his blood in an accident. " Look, look," he said, hands up. " I’ll wipe everything. I’ll pretend I never saw this.Just — just let me go. Pay me off. I’ll vanish." He stopped and looked from one face to the next. “I don't charge much, you know me. 7k in dollars or another currency, I'll prefer Euros, no, Dollars would do.”