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Sienna hands grabbed my arms. I could feel that she was very scared now. "I don't know." The voice was so strange that I didn't know what it was. The next moment, the voice suddenly came again. Sienna was so scared that she immediately hugged my neck, and her voice was full of horror. "Is that a ghost?" "Ghost?" I raised my eyebrows. I didn't believe in the existence of ghosts, so I was never afraid. "I... I'm scared!"Her arms tightened around my neck.

The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ragnar’s fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real. Was there really a ghost haunting the Nightfang family?

I thought about writing a letter to her parents or her teacher but foolishly decided to keep an eye on her a little longer, that was another big mistake. In Math, Alisa was helping her again, doing all the talking as usual. Sun Li would often look up at her and watch her mouth moving up and down. She asked Alisa, ‘Hey do you know about the toilets on the top floor?’ Alisa replied, ‘No, what about them?’ ‘I heard the lights don’t work and if you go in there and say, gnaga, gnaga, gnaga three times, this freaky ghost will appear and cut you pieces.’

her voice was trembling. "Do not be afraid, I am here for you," she heard a voice of a man that she always misses. She wanted to stay far away from him but she was afraid of the dark since she heard a story that there is a ghost in this building and many peopel suicide in here because of different reasons. She thinks that it is haunted even though her coach already stop her from saying and believing in those. "Are you real? Tell me that you are not a ghost!" she was panicking as she ordered him.

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."

Don't get me wrong, I never was a fan of horror things. "Yup. And whoever goes near that lake, the ghost of that girl pulls it inside the lake with her and drowns them. Few dead bodies have been found at it's bottom, FYI." He said, actually a lot serious this time. I would be lying if I didn't say how a shiver ran up my spine when he said that. "Do you think people will hear us if we scream from here?" I whispered. He looked at my face, confused then broke into laughter.

" She was terrified. She trembled and clapped her hand on her mouth? It was awkward because the mansion was encircled by a concrete wall fence. "It couldn't have been an intruder. Perhaps it was a roaming dog, but they didn't own any in the mansion. It couldn't be a dog because there was no way it could have jumped over the wall fence unless it had wings. She was confused. "Oh, mother Mary, I am scared." She hauled the blanket over her head shaking tremendously. Suddenly she vividly recollected the story about ghosts; Her mother had once told her that in some families, the dead return during the night to haunt their enemies or watch over their loved ones.

He tightened his grip on her hand and asked, "A ghost story?" Jessica bent her eyes, didn't respond, and continued speaking. Just as she was talking about a scary place, suddenly, "whoosh," a black shadow flew past her eyes, and she was startled.

“You look grim. Are you sure you're alright? Are you hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor? I'll give him a call immediately.” “I'm alright. Thanks.” Giana suddenly gasped. “What?” “Boss, did you perhaps see the ghost that lady was screaming about? What did he look like? Was he scary or handsome?” Bree rolled her eyes. Scary her ass. “Have you ever seen a handsome ghost before or have you read stories of ghosts that were handsome?” “Then that means you saw a ghost. Oh my, you must be so scared “I didn't see any ghosts. Let's just leave. I can't stay here for another minute.”

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?