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I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

"You wanted to go to hell, I will grant you your wish." The last thing I see before I completely give up on trying to keep up with the two demons is Aurora lunging at her prey. The more Aurora gets stronger the more I fade away and as I begin to disappear the only thing my mind clings onto is the memory of Sky. I feel like I'm floating through space. I don't know where to land because I'm between cross worlds, the land of the dead and the land of the living. I don't know which is more tempting. The spirit world is calling me and all I have to do is hold out my hand and they will take me.

She folded her arms against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” Christian continued, a devious twinkle in his eyes that made me shiver a little bit, and I wasn’t even there. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampires for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?”

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

I smiled and declared, "Let the game of hide and seek begin." Through the cameras, we watched as Shadow frantically searched the dorm, muttering to herself, "Where? Where is she?" While Shadow was tearing the place apart looking for me, Celeste and I were already out of the school, having been picked up by Helena and taken to her luxurious mansion. The three of us sprawled out on a sofa larger than most beds, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious desserts made by a personal chef. Back at the dorm, Shadow was seething with rage, while in Helena's mansion, Howard was in tears, groveling while begging for forgiveness. But Helena just spat coldly, "It's over between us. Stop bothering me and

He’d have to remember this. He shifted, drawing one leg up to face her more fully as made himself comfortable. “Many years ago, there existed on this world a race of people known as the Haunt. They were a special race, different from humans but not so different that they couldn’t live in peace.” Andrea’s eyes opened wide as she gave him her full attention.

But now, she is trying to be braver in front of Aiden because she has been determined to become an independent girl. “The scenery here is really nice, you really have a good sense of home.” “This used to be an old building that burned down in ninety-seven. No one dares to buy this land because they think this land is haunted. So I can get this land for a cheap price.” "You mean this place is haunted?" asked Calistha shuddering in horror. Bad thoughts about Aiden's dimly lit kitchen or the door to her room that sometimes creaked softly at night made Calistha feel the hairs on her neck start to stand up.

I was frozen in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the horror unfolding before me. Haven's eyes, still an unnatural white, gleamed with an otherworldly power as she stood at the center of the maelstrom, her chanting growing louder, more insistent. “Darling, what are you doing?” I ventured the question in a tone that was deliberately measured, careful not to inflame the situation further. My words hung in the air like a fragile truce, as I waited for Haven's response, her white eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity amidst the swirling chaos of the undead horde.

Her lips quivered as she spoke. "This is the haunted forest, known to house cursed bloods!" Cursed? That damn word again, and from the maid's lips, it was horrifying. So there was a place like this that existed. I gasped in awe. The thick forest across the road looked like anything but cursed—it was haunted. The branches were thick, and thorns and weeds grew hand in hand. Birds perched on tree trunks, chirping loudly. They weren't ordinary birds, but crows, known to announce death, according to Blood Moon pack lore.

I nearly trip in my hurry, but thankfully make it up. The creatures follow behind, stumbling and crawling up each step, trying to reach their prey. I’m about to turn to the left-wing of the house when another form appears from the shadows, followed by several other revenants. It’s Sahara. The revenants stop in their tracks, their mouths gaping open as bile droops from their grotesque mouths. Moans and groans resound across the hallway; we’re surrounded.