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His name was Professor Alexandre Ezo Beaumont
The eloquence of the man was that admirable thing, like that of music that gives sudden tingles under the skin. It was beautiful, and more stunning than his face, even being more pronounced than his chin. It was romantic when he spoke, and when he did so, it was boldly and orderly. There was something in his voice that suggested aristocracy and certainly intellect. In this world, he was an espion or as is translated from that middle French Spy. This is to say that, the man was alien to this world, and had one true mission: to obtain knowledge as much of this world as he could. This knowledge, ...
Ghost of a Chance
The Souloon was much more busy tonight, on Halloween.Ghosts from all over the county clinked glasses of spirits, recounting tales of the people they’ve haunted on business, and having arguments over whose death was worse. Some ghosts played card games, while others participated in open mic shriek night. At the Haunt Board close to the counter, many a ghost dropped by, taking their pick of odd jobs scaring the living.When iwww.onedoor.cct finally came to a green-hued ghost once called Parker’s turn, he threw his head back and groaned.A purplish ghost hovering at the bar leaned over toward the sound and snic...
The Living and the Dead
The last thing I remembered was the impact. One second, I was standing in the street. The next, I was lying on the pavement. Then, everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I was standing on a different street outside a cemetery, but that wasn’t the most surprising thing. I distinctly remembered it being summer, but now the decorations screamed Halloween. Surely, I had just closed my eyes for a moment. And why did everything feel so weird? Why did I feel weird?“You new here,” someone asked. I turned to find a figure grinning at me. I stepped back, ready to b...
Nightly Frights and Terrible Delights
There was a whisper on the wind this eve as it rushed through the autumn leaves and swirled above the dreary tombstones of Chasity Cemetery.Probably trying to warn the two stupid teenagers currently breaking in about what a stupid idea this is.Unfortunately, whatever words of wisdom mother nature was trying to impart got lost in the noise that was my best friend animatedly talking about demons and spirits."And they say you can actually summon a spirit if you stay here till midnight and demand they show themselves! How cool is that Dre?!" Sam whisper-shouted eagerly, just about bursting with ex...