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asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

Liam said with grin “It most certainly is,” Bruce said with a frown. “You didn’t even give the joke a chance,” Garth said. “A joke that involves bestiality doesn’t deserve a chance,” Bruce said haughtily. “Where did you hear these jokes? You guys have never been joke tellers.” “That hotter than smoke brunette in the red dress,” Garth answered bluntly. “She’s been telling all kinds of jokes for the past forty minutes to various people.” “Like who?” Bruce asked with concern.

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Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"Ok so I switched the ring with the one in your office so what." "Peter, take this and make sure its in my safe 'SAFE'". He said with his eyes on the ghost. This was the craziest thing that might have ever happened to her and this only means her father was right all along, there were ghosts in Greenville. She still hadn't processed everything and didn't tell anybody, she ran straight for her room not bothering about her dinner or anything. The next day after Henry woke her up, he was about to leave when he stopped on his track, turned around and held out Autumn's hand in a rush.

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

His whole body stiffened, and he almost stopped breathing. is that what this guy has?! Will he have to kill ME by smothering me? Jeff Grey suddenly thought of the ghost stories they had told each other before. One of them was a couple of killers who slept and hung out in the dormitory. Jeff Grey, who had been sleeping very soundly before, wasn't sure for a moment if he was dreaming or if it was real. But in the next second, Ryan Dixon did something that made things even more confusing. Ryan Dixon helped him get warm by putting his blanket up to his shoulders and patting it down as if he was afraid he might kick it off.

“I went down the rabbithole. Some guy was telling a story on reddit, and that led to some commenter who knew a guy, and that site had dozens of stories of people who’d seen people shape-shift and then… I mean… I had to.” “Had to what, Meg?” I breathed. She dropped her head, eyes screwed tightly shut. “There’s this part of the web that’s… not really for normal stuff,” she said, grimacing. “But it’s harder to get to, so people are more open and…” She finally turned to look at me, her eyes scared and sad.