Novel & Cerita Tophat Ghost

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

No one in their right mind would believe this was the headmaster, considering how he’s not freaking neat, but she could excuse it with the disease; however, it wouldn’t be bad to take extra precautions. She stared at the ghoul for the second time. He resembled the headmaster, or at least the distorted version of him. He’s more of a water balloon that had been inflated up to the size of Luis, his eyes bulging, so as his round face. Good thing that swelling was one of the symptoms of spattergout. Of course, Z wouldn’t forget the main ingredients: the big, blotchy rashes. Looking away with her nose wrinkled, a clothe packed in a plastic bag caught her attention. A smile lit her face once she re

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Cosmo asked. "Who are you?! Come out now before I make you come out myself!" I shouted and raised my shaking hands. I could feel my hair extending and descending to the floor in its haze form. "Don't let me repeat myself, come out," I commanded harshly. A tub of lard ghosts stepped out of Gomez, and he sniggered. An evil one. "Wow, she's commanding," he taunted. Another one, only thinner, came out of Twyla.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

I slowly brought my head up seeing a black cloak with the Ankh symbol on it, Professor Zaro, I gave a grin in my eyebrows colliding together trying to stay positive. “Looking for something.” He said holding out an old-white construction paper folded in his hand holding it out for me. I nodded hesitantly to get the paper but grabbed mumbling an apology sprinted back up to the top, roughly closed the door frightened on what just happened. That is why they call him scary, he gives a back shivering aroma of death. “Lavender are you ok, you look like you just saw a ghost.” “Oh how rude.” A high pitch Dutch like voice said as the same ghost popped its head out of the wall strutting away with poise

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

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.