Took: A Ghost Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts. The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt. "Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me. The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost.

“ Poisoned? She asks in surprise. “ Yeah, he was poisoned and it isn’t new that Poison is a chemical that take effect slowly in the body, though I have taken it to the laboratory but I have dealt with something similar to this and I think the poison must have stayed in his body for about over 24 hours although we are treating him But I won’t guarantee you that he would survive it” she says. Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the ch

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

His greeting statement made me raise my eyebrow at him. Ghosts don't need to eat....We can't be full. Besides, it costs money. "The Capital just delivered the goods yesterday and today is the feast. Carl did not give you your vial yet?" Oh.... The 'goods' he was talking about was a demon's soul, the 'vial' was a small bottle that contained the demon's energy extracted from that soul. I have never stayed in the haunted mansion this long so I just recently figured out how they 'feast'.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

The ghostly figure, it seemed, was a lost soul yearning for closure. Undeterred by the supernatural aura, Emma pressed on, determined to bring peace to the tormented spirit. Following the clues in the journal, she unearthed a hidden compartment, revealing a locket that held the key to the ghost's untold story. As Emma held the locket in her hands, a soft breeze swept through the mansion, carrying with it a melancholic melody. The ghostly figure appeared before her, its ethereal form bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. Eyes filled with gratitude met Emma's, and the mansion's atmosphere seemed to sigh with relief.

“Come here.” I crawled over, dropping the blanket I had and slipping under his. We were wrapped up, bare skin on bare skin, heat building fast between the cold and the fire. “This feels illegal,” I said, head on his shoulder. “Good.” He kissed my hair. “Wanna hear a ghost story?” I looked up. “Seriously?” “Yup.” He leaned back, arm tight around me. “Once upon a time, a guy brought his girl to a cursed house during a storm. He said it was safe, but really, he just wanted to make out.”

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”