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Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

As if not hearing our scream, several ' Ghosts ' appeared and started pulling us. While we were terrified, I caught sight of a couple who were kissing Passionately it was as if they didn't realize their surrounding. ' How can they be kissing this passionately in a Place like this? ' I thought. Though I was well aware that all this we were seeing was fake but still... I couldn't help it. By the time we came out of the haunted house, I noticed that all our faces were deadly pale. I think this took a toll on us. We headed to the refreshment store where we bought some chilled drinks to calm our nerves.

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He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

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.

I clung to Vladiv tightly burying my head in his chest. "Ghost!" My word was accompanied by tremors. Vladiv let out a chuckle, he tilted my chin up with his finger. "There are no ghosts, I was just saying that. And I do not think that ghost really exists, I think that those are just myths." He shrugged. "Ghosts do exist," I countered. He raised an amused brow," really?" I gave a tight nod, "yes, they are real. Very real." A peal of laughter flew out his lips, "Have you ever seen one?"

“The world you know is only one layer of many. Thin and blind. Humans walk through it as if they are the only ones who matter. But beneath your feet, above your heads, just beyond the veil of your senses… live the others.” I saw glimpses as she spoke, blinding flashes of creatures my mind struggled to name. “Vampires,” she said, and I saw pale faces and crimson mouths, eyes like glass, cloaks billowing in alleys soaked with blood. “Not the charming monsters from your films. Real ones. Old ones. Bound by blood and ancient pacts. They feed not just on life, but on memory, on fear.” Another flash. “Ghosts,” she whispered. “Spirits caught between deaths. Some gentle. Most not. They live in the c

When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?” “Ghosts don’t have sex,” I replied. She vigorously shook her head. “That’s not true. I’ve seen plenty of ghost hunting reality shows that talk about demon ghosts that get women pregnant. I think they’re called an incubus.” My eyes went wild with concern and my heartbeat picked up speed. The mere thought of having had sex with a ghost was overwhelming. “Now, you’re scaring me for a change.” “We need to get to the bottom of this right away,” she nervously stammered.

Ghost stories around a bonfire—what could be more suspenseful and playful? Alastair settled down next to me, his hand finding mine. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he began his tale. "Once, in these very woods, there was a legend of a ghostly figure that would appear every full moon. They say that those who encountered this spirit were granted a wish, but at a great cost..." His words hung in the air, and the pack leaned in closer, their eyes locked on Alastair, captivated by the haunting tale. The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the suspense in the atmosphere.

And the details were written about those pictures. She named them as demonic power spells. I sighed while going through the diary. Then came the pages for ghosts. She had written stories about the ghosts. Full stories like how she learned about a ghost in a place. Then she fought the ghosts and scared them away. The whole diary was filled with crazy things. Ghosts, spirits, Angels, demons, hell, heaven and God. By the end of that diary, I started to think that all the stories were real. I started to believe everything I saw in that diary.