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He read the paragraph he’d seen before about their supposed supernatural powers and wondered what these rumors referred to—ghosts or flesh-and-blood people brought back to life like something out of Frankenstein? But the book was too vague, and since the whole thing went up in smoke almost one-hundred-fifty years ago, it was hardly something he could check. Anyway, as far as he knew, every Victorian medium, psychic, producer of ectoplasm, or seer of fairies, had been proved a fake.

He added. Iero and Aria sighed in relief, though still felt scared. After all, it was a true story. And, even if they haven’t seen a ghost before, but based from Hierro’s story, ghosts should be scary. They decided not to stay up late. “So, is it my turn now?” Reyan asked and smiled. Iero and Aria froze. Then, they stared at Reyan. If Hierro’s story scared them, what more would Reyan’s story be? But, even if they feel that Reyan’s story would be scarier, they can’t help but want to listen.

“I feel like they have lied to me to because no one mentioned disgruntled ghosts to me. I’m not prepared for this. They better not come home with me.” “I’m hearing a woman or child whispering to me, but I can’t make out what they are saying. But the red liquid dripping from the faucets, that’s the last straw.” “So, we have shadow figures, voices, moving objects, and blood coming from the taps. Or at least something that looked like blood.” “Hey, I saw my nail gun move and my circular saw start up without it being plugged in. That’s the last straw for me. I’m out of here.”

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

“I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?” “Now, why would I know that?” I glance at him. “A lot!” Quill refuses to budge from his point. “Ghosts don’t exist, Quill,” Kathleen pipes up. “Yeah?” Quill glares at her. “Says who? ‘Till a couple of months ago, werewolves and vampires didn’t exist either. Now look at us.” “I don’t know about ghosts,” Isabel pipes up, looking at Beth, “but my home used to be haunted. My foster parents used to put this strange liquid on the walls of the house to keep whatever was haunting us at bay.”

Wallace gulped nervously, asking, “Is this the rumored diabolical reaper, Mr. Rockefeller?” “Master, I think that is nothing more than mere folklore. Ghosts do not exist in our world. This is just an illusion!” said Jim. Wallace smacked his student on the head. “What do you know? There is more to this world than we will ever understand! The diabolical reaper really exists. I witnessed one in my younger days. Instances of its appearance had also been recorded in various literature passed down through the generations. Unfortunately, I was never allowed to learn the art of shamanistic healing,” Wallace said with a tinge of regret in his reply.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

I am fine with that . I gulp . I am pretty sure I locked the door though . ' Just do it . Turn around . Don't be scared . Ghosts aren't real ' I turn around in an instant , almost getting a whiplash and look behind . There was ... Nothing there. I sigh with relief . I must have imagined it . They say that stress and sleep deprivation can affect the brain in many ways that scientists are just beginning to understand . It must be some sort of hallucination . I should get some sleep .