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“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

"How did you find this place?" "Just passing through." He couldn't see Lorenzo's spirit, but he had caught a glimpse of the dissipating mist and the black residue on the ground. A chill ran down his spine. "This place is haunted!" Marco took a panicked step back. "Haunted?" I held up my phone, showing him the recording bar pulsing on the screen. "Marco, a traitor with blood on his hands like you would have a guilty conscience." "You… how much did you hear?" Marco gripped his gun, trying to feign composure.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Marco wasn't certain, but he doubted Ghost allowed many people close, much less in the same room as him. "Are you going to stand there and watch me work, or are you going to go do something?" Ghost laid out several tools alongside the transmitter. "Oh, hey, did you think about that gig I told you about?" "Some friend's sister lost in India a couple years ago? Would you like me to drop everything and go look into that for you?" "Man, fuck you." "I'm kind of working here." "Fine." "I did look her up. If she's still alive, she probably doesn't want to be."

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

Spencer asked as they ducked into his car. “For me? Not that bad. For you?” she laughed. “Just be prepared. Those two are like vultures for spilled tea.” “I look forward to it,” he smirked. All the radio stations were filled with news about Will, Alex, and Ghost. The coverage was extensive and inescapable. They listened as they got closer to their destination, horrified at the details they learned. “This Ghost guy is terrifying,” Jess shuddered. “You never saw him?” Spencer asked. “You know… when they took you?”