Female Ghostface の小説・ストーリー

To protect my vision, I conceal my face with the back of my palms. Now that's a shield. Her voice will do. I don't need to see her face. This is the first time she has ever appeared to me since her passing. In my darkest hour, when I seek her face, she neglects me. What is her reason for showing up like a thief at night? Why does it have to be scary? What message is she trying to convey? I may have been wrong when I said ghosts don't exist. They fucking do now! My wife. She's enough evidence that I need.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

I was alone in this torment. Suddenly, I felt something charging toward us at a high speed. I opened my eyes to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen - a woman's ghostly pale face, shrouded in long, black hair, appeared right above Finn. Her hands stretched out towards him, her sharpened nails nearly touching the back of his neck. I screamed with all my might and pushed Finn away. The woman recoiled, but her head turned toward me, revealing red eyes glinting behind her dark hair. Her voice grated like metal on sandpaper, "You... whore..."

She sent a message to my phone, and—just as expected—she got a reply. "Alice, I saw Belle's corpse today," Grayson said quietly. At those words, Alice's wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. "Grayson, what—what are you talking about? She's alive and well." Her voice cracked, louder than necessary, and perhaps a little too defensive. "Alice," Grayson's voice was suddenly cold, "Belle was always good to you. Why would you do this to her?" He didn't even seem like the same person anymore. In a flash, Grayson lunged at Alice, his hands gripping her throat with the kind of force that made her eyes roll back in her head. She almost suffocated under his grasp.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

A woman asked softly in the dark. Janice choked with sobs. “Sob, sob…” The woman’s gentle voice sounded cold. “Are you terrified now? Why weren’t you terrified when you killed someone? “Do you know what Mrs. White will become after you killed her? You’ll find out if you look up and see.” Janice looked up unexpectedly. She instantly saw an ungroomed white-clothed female ghost, whose eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and whose face was green. Janice shrieked right away, “Ah —