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I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

She enchanted by his charm and kindness, but she also terrified of him. ****** The loud sound of thunder has awakened Calista from her sleep. She just realized that it was raining heavily. She looked at the clock with her heart beating fast and it was three in the morning. Fear suddenly gripped her firmly as she heard a woman’s scream. It seemed like it was coming from the first floor. The scream sounded shrill and terrifying, like someone enduring extreme pain. Despite heavy rain, she could still hear the scream. Since she was little, or maybe since she was still in the womb, she was extremely afraid of ghosts and vampires. She watched a ghost movie once with Alice, and she had nightmares f

Agatha said briskly. The reality of the situation suddenly sank in. Fear consumed Edwin and his heart threatened to explode in his chest as he rushed to join Tim behind the thick oak tree. “Are you out of your mind?” Tim hissed when his friend skidded next to him. “I think so,” Edwin panted. “I can’t believe any of this is happening. Vampires… witches… this is like some sci-fi nightmare,” Tim complained. “It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip with a few friends.”

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

“You don’t understand. What I saw was not something that is ordinarily done. Mr. Beauxdera had fangs, and they were in poor Mary’s neck, draining her blood. He had fangs, Ben!” A lump formed in my throat. It couldn’t be. Of course I’d heard of vampires; I’d even read some of the penny dreadful Varney the Vampire. But never had I believed them to be real. And how could Mr. Beauxdera, of all people, be one?

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.

She stared at me with her ice gaze and I stiffened. "There it was me sneaking out to go and read some blight and weird book at night and even at the brightest hour of the day." "To read porn?" "Holy crap, I was barely nine! It's horror books with some bats and witches and all the weirdest things they could describe." "But not this creature." "Yes, exactly not this." "I could remember reading about Langsuir," "Never heard of that," I said sitting my derriere on the table. I have never had an intense yet intriguing conversation with someone before and I could see Ariadne loosening up a bit. That made it a lot harder for me to spill out what I intended.

She said moving to the other side of the library. I came across different books about werewolves, witches, Lycans, vampires and even hybrids and many more I had no idea existed like the fairies and fox shapeshifters. Although I wanted to read them all now I knew it wasn't possible so I picked out a book that was titled ‘THE FEUD BETWEEN TWO WORLDS’ this was written in big bold engraved like the font on the hard black cover then there was another title underneath ‘THE WOLVES AND THE VAMPIRES’

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa