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Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Willing to break the silence again, Stone cleared his throat before asking, “what the hell is even a soul harvester? That sounds so made up.“ Everest chuckled at his plain disgust, “It’s a terrifying bed time story parents of the Gareth pack would tell their kids in order to put the fear of the unknown into them. It was, still is, our version of the boggie-man*.” Stone nodded, his calculative look returned. “But how do you know it isn’t real? Most bed time stores are myths and most myths are very real.” He waved at the four of them, “most humans think we are myths.”

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

CHAPTER NINE Nancy Drew, Part 1 People say Forest Hills memorial is so old even the ghosts don’t remember who they are… I’d be cautious when visiting the place though. Some stories claim that a daytime visit to the cemetery might mean you get a visitor at night too. #ForestHills #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. The following message was read from the email of Jonathan Day and later added into the live journal of Jessica Day; Jono,

Then, out of some masochistic curiosity he couldn’t name, clicked on the search bar and typed: ‘Vampires real abilities myths’ He paused, finger trembling over Enter. His reflection stared back from the dark glass, his eyes were hollow, skin skin—stretched tight, mouth slack. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Just like Emma had said. The words echoed in his head: “You look like you saw a ghost.” He swallowed. Clicked search. The results flooded in—Wikipedia pages, Reddit threads, occult forums, clickbait articles. He scrolled fast, his heart thudding louder with every line he read.

“The world you know is only one layer of many. Thin and blind. Humans walk through it as if they are the only ones who matter. But beneath your feet, above your heads, just beyond the veil of your senses… live the others.” I saw glimpses as she spoke, blinding flashes of creatures my mind struggled to name. “Vampires,” she said, and I saw pale faces and crimson mouths, eyes like glass, cloaks billowing in alleys soaked with blood. “Not the charming monsters from your films. Real ones. Old ones. Bound by blood and ancient pacts. They feed not just on life, but on memory, on fear.” Another flash. “Ghosts,” she whispered. “Spirits caught between deaths. Some gentle. Most not. They live in the c

I nodded, knowing that I had no room to refuse her. Yes, I do. After breakfast, I went back to my own bedroom upstairs. I could vaguely hear people inside discussing. “I heard that Madam Calista saw a ghost last night and cried in fear.” “I heard that too. They say it was a female ghost crying and asking Madam Calista to return the ring to her. Could it be true? So scary,” said another maid, her voice trembling. “That’s entirely possible. Ragnar's fifth mate once claimed that she encountered a female ghost in the dead of night asking her for the same ring. The poor woman was so terrified that she passed away on the spot.” The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Another dark legend created by Johnny will last until the future generation. "Izzat! Did you hear about the recent rumor?! There is a ghost without a head strolling above our level! Sometimes, that ghost is playing football with his own head in the middle of midnight. Some saw the headless ghost juggling its head in the hallway on level 4, while the others saw him on the rooftop! They heard thumping with bumping, and there was also a suspicious squelching sound for thirty minutes before it disappeared. " Fakhrul shook Izzat's arms. Right now, Izzat and Fakhrul are sitting on the sofa, doing nothing. Fakhrul's terrified face is making his housemates in the living room chuckle.