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Why did he look at her as if he were starving? The candle on her bedside table flickered, even though there was no breeze. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. She didn’t believe in ghost stories, not really. But she knew danger. And Lucien was the definition of it. She had grown up hearing stories of the Ravagers—ancient beings who fed on more than blood. Their touch burned. Their presence altered fate. But those were myths. Warnings. Fairy tales meant to keep girls from wandering too far from the village. Right?

He looked down at her big eyes gazing up at him, seriously nodding, "Yes, I saw it. It was so terrifying, my legs were shaking." Candice: "I told you, it’s impossible for me to be the only one seeing ghosts!" At that moment, Rex and Jerry, who had been eavesdropping for a while, couldn’t hold back anymore. Jerry looked stern, "Candice, what are you talking about? What ghosts?" Rex, who had been sulking earlier, was now unusually excited, "Ghosts? Where? Where? Is it a vampire? A European ghost? An Asian female ghost?"

When Claire heard this, she could not help but have a helpless expression on her face as she said, “Mom, no matter what it is, you’re still a university graduate. You actually believe such rumors? There is no such thing as ghosts in this world! It’s all just a lie.” Elaine said solemnly, “How could this be a lie? This is a real thing! This news is spreading like wildfire amongst some of the elderly groups that I am in! There was originally a picture, but I do not know how it got deleted by the system. Oh! That picture was truly terrifying, and my back is still wet from the shock.” Jacob, who was aside, frowned and said, “There are also some people discussing this matter in a few of my group

he started walking away, "See you" I watched as he walked away remorseful. I won't say anything because he should know what's it feels like. He seems like a bungled child. Should knock some senses into his head. Aish...this is tiring! I can hardly keep myself company because of my studies and now I've to keep this ghost guy company. Why do you have to make my life miserable, God?! *** "Why can't they just shut up if they don't know anything about it?!!" I was surfing through the internet for the past two hours about paranormal activities. Unfortunately, almost everything they say is either a huge lie or a made-up story. Some of them are hilarious, I should admit.

I supposed I couldn’t judge if I was still so freaked out by the fortune teller. “Tell me about it,” the barista agreed. “But what else could they say? No one’s been able to catch the ghosts on camera or anything.” She paused then, pursing her lips a bit as she peered out the window. “If you ask me, Moonshine Manor has something to do with it. That place has… bad energy.” I frowned, opening my mouth to speak, but then shut it again when Chris touched my wrist. More rumors, I figured; it was just a house.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Grey. She’d conducted controlled interviews online with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her doctor's lab. Who believes in paranormal stuff? Doctor Grey knew that vampires, shape-shifters, and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke? Maybe her dreams had no connection.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

“There’ve been whispers. Nothing solid. Just… rumors. There was one I’d heard about a grave.” My brow arched. “A grave?” “Yes. An empty one. They said two corpses lay on either side, drained dry. Whoever stumbled on it swore it was linked to Dracula himself.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Dracula? Really? That’s the story floating around? Most of those tales are campfire trash meant to spook kids.” Her frown deepened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered in her gaze. “Maybe. I’ve never seen a vampire myself. Tell me the truth are they trying to spark another war?”

The second his eyes landed on that video, he felt it, that burning sensation as it rippled through his veins, causing his blood to pump faster and his heart termored. When he was six he had thought his great grandmother mad when she would often tell these tales of Merfolks, dragons, fairies, elves, whispering ghosts, who lived in a beautiful city under the sea and how they were real… she said the whispering ghosts often lure men and women under the sea…. trap then suck their souls, they would sink ships and flood trespassing islands.