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It started as confusion, a furrowing of the brow, then morphed into a terrified awe that slackened his jaw. "The stories," he whispered. The rifle lowered an inch. "The rumors from the Foundry. They said a girl stopped a firing squad. They said she ate a Feral wolf." A Rogue behind him took a step back. His claws scraped against the concrete—a sharp, fearful sound. "The Void Witch," the Rogue whimpered. "The stories are true?" Rax asked. His voice lost its grit, becoming thin and reedy. "Every word," I lied. The stories were probably exaggerated. I hadn't eaten a wolf. But legends were better armor than kevlar.

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

But after all the goosebumps, 'twas just a tree. "Relax," she tangles her arm with mine, "those trees scare the intruders if any. A similitude of scarecrow." "Oh, but you're scared, too." "Of course! This forest is creepy! This is where the tears of our dead pack are preserved. Sometimes, those watch-wolves heard an agonizing howl in here." "Then there are ghosts here?" "That can't be!" I finally made a chuckle for the first time in a while. "That story is just a legend. It's a stupid creed to be true."

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you

I loved to swim on days when it was fierce, it was more of a challenge for me, something I did for fun. I proceeded to find my favourite tree where I usually lodged, taking a full view of the lovely, empty beach. I was told the folks here avoided this particular beach, and frequented the other, as they believe the ghost of a cold one, killed thousands of years ago by a great white, still lingered. I found the story implausible and stupid when Eric narrated it to me. I was just about to turn towards the path leading to my tree when I heard a low shuffling sound, my head snapped towards the direction it came from.

Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!” 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.”

As Greta tried to talk herself out of walking across, she stepped up to the edge of the water while she looked off distantly towards that island and the mystery it held. The moment broke for her when Eric’s hand came to rest on her elbow, pulling her back to reality and away from the haunting scene. “Let’s get this on record. I think we now know there’s more than just a rumour of a ghost. We have proof that there’s at least one spirit and hints at a few untold stories. Let’s go get warm and form a real game plan.” With a frustrated groan Greta followed the tall man back to the Inn on the other side of town where warmth and a laptop welcomed them.

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

Daniella mentions, “Those in the haunted house are fake, they are humans, or maybe just puppets on mechanisms! They aren’t that scary!” But, “It is to me! Believe me when I say I go mentally unstable everytime after I’m back from a haunted house! Or even just after listening to a ghost story!” It’s not just about the ghosts, it is also about the impact! I don’t like it when a chill runs down my spine, numbing the back of my head, and by the next second, my heart is thumping up and down crazily when I know it! Sometimes I even feel my chest pumping my shirt off in the air!