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I fell backwards and my behind landed on the toilet paper. Don't get worried, Ms. Sofiya. I'm not an evil spirit. If I were a bad ghost, as soon as I realized you could see me, I would have taken over your body and done whatever I wanted to do without telling you. So, I'd like to ask you to please save my mother. She said the same thing over and over. I'm really scared of the uncanny ghost in front of me, but I thought about what I've been through in my life, and losing my babies was the scariest thing I'll never forget. And of course, finding out that their dad is a wolf instead of a human... The OUT OF THE WAY WOLF.

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

~ Emily ~ The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years. Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch. A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.” I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin. I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

"And no, I don't think I'm a werewolf, really. I was just curious about what might happen. You know, does anyone ever respond to these things? What's the worst that could happen? It's all harmless fiction, right?" Beth nodded, though she still seemed unconvinced. "I guess... there's no harm in a little curiosity, right?" "Exactly! They have my name, my mom's name, birthday, and email address. That's it. No phone number, no address, nothing to worry about. No rogue werewolves or creepy internet stalkers coming after me. Besides, I bet nothing will even come of it. There are tons of these websites out there, made by fans of paranormal stuff. Just for fun. Nobody really believes it, right?"

I saw the description of the page, placed in the sidebar: "I, the host of this website, known as 'the_scarlet_truth', have devoted my entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', known mostly from legends or fairy-tales passed down from generation to generation. I know they are real, saw too many strong evidence, heck, I even saw them myself. It's already 998 website on this topic that I created, the ones before always vanished mysteriously overnight after a while. It might be common on the Deep Web but not so often and sudden, especially since there were no problems with the servers beforehand. When I looked deeply into it,

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

"Oh, come on, you have got to be joking! You are not telling me that the old dear who runs the post office and village shop is a ghoul? That is ridiculous. Talk about half-baked!" Saffy almost threw the china mug into the sink. She had been here just a few days, and so far, she had seen a naked man at the side of the road. She had watched a bit of the past from four hundred years ago in her front room, and had crazy dreams about werewolves and discovered his fur in the garden, and now she was corresponding with her ghostly grandmother. God, what a fuck up. It's not real. It can't be!