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But the look in the man with gray eyes told me he wasn’t joking. He truly believed it. And worse, there was a part of me, deep, deep inside, that wondered if it might be true or just a mere Story. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head, backing away from him, slowly. “I can’t just be.” “You are, Crysta,” he said firmly, his voice unwavering. “It’s in your blood, in your bones,in your flesh. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull, the power? It’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

"Well, if you haven't noticed so far, we're investigating a case dating nearly forty years back. So far without any lead to prove it's the work of a person and not what people say it to be." "Ugh, you're talking about that stuff? What did people call it again? Samodivas? You believe the cause of all murders is some forest ghosts?" I burst into laughter. This is ridiculous. "Well, can you prove it otherwise?" His question makes my smile frown. Can I prove it? So far I have had no success. But I refuse to believe the cause of all problems is a ghost. Or more like 'unearthly beautiful spirits that lurk in the nights' if I must quote all the people I interrogated so far.

"I don't see anything" "You are not supposed to till you step into it. It's like a barrier, once you cross, there's no way back. It's either you are stuck there forever or get tormented by a ghost" she shivered at the moment of meeting a real ghost, she had only read about them and she could not say she fancied the idea of meeting one in real life. The fairy went over to the she-wolf's side, clenching unto her arm like glue. "I am scared of ghosts" Skylar rolled her eyes. "Of course you are"

An ice pack would be warm in half an hour. He was lost in nightmares, delirious with fever, muttering incoherently. "Cold… so damn cold…" "Aurora… come here…" I stayed by his bed, changing the ice-cold towels over and over. His spirit was forcibly torn from his body. His translucent form was curled up in the corner of the bed, trembling. "Something's tearing at me," Lorenzo's spirit gasped. "I'm seeing things… from under the bed…" I looked under the bed. Then I scanned the opulent bedroom. It was empty. There were no evil spirits.

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.