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I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

I whispered back, then there I saw him opening his eyes slowly. "That is not human, so go back to sleep and let them play themselves in the middle of the night." What does that mean? They are not humans? And let them play in the middle of the night? When he saw my curious and puzzled face, he turned around to face me and look at me seriously. "In every dormitory, there is a ghost. It's a normal thing of course, that's why some students even though they need to travel far from their houses, they were choosing it over dormitory because they can't just handle some creepy things. So whatever you will hear and see needs to be buried at that moment. We don't need to see them, but we can actually f

The sounds of the night—crickets chirping, owls hooting, and leaves rustling—seemed to harmonize with his words, creating an eerie ambiance that sent tingles down my spine. One by one, the pack members took turns sharing their ghost stories. Each tale was filled with chilling twists and turns, evoking gasps and laughter from the listeners. As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghosts and apparitions afterward? The story within the book which could only be viewed by him. Yes. Viewed. Not read. The plot always changed every now and then and the protagonist of the story would always haunt him until he wrote about them and spread it to others. The woman in front of him was the one who offered him a larger reading platform after he submitted one ghost stories online. "It's already late when I tried to return the book from that friend. He vanished out of thin air." He said after swallowing a piece of fried chicken.

Nick cut Ruby short, shrieking with fear. " Oh, you may say that I am a ghost. Let me tell you something: there is a difference between a good ghost and an evil one. You might say that I am a good ghost. If I weren't, the pearl wouldn't have favoured me by letting me get in contact with people who are still on Earth," Ruby explained carefully to Nick so he wouldn't get scared. "Please I want to ask you something," Nick said in a way that sounded more like a question.

Danica's nervousness, which had been gradually fading, returned. She knew Joshua would never hurt her but she couldn't stop thinking negatively. Various bad scenarios are entering her mind. They were in a place she was unfamiliar with. They are just off the side of the road, but it appears that very few cars pass by. And the darkness makes it difficult to notice if a vehicle passes by. Joshua said very casually, "Get out." It doesn't go with his hostile demeanor.