“Tell me about her. Where is she?” Jacob sprinkled the holy water on the ghost making her skin burn. She whined and pleaded him to stop.
“No! Don't do that!” she whined.
“If you don't want me to do it, tell me about her,” he spoke up aggressively.
“I swear to not know much about her, but she is getting close to you soon.”
“What do you mean by close?”
Soon the train got into a dark tunnel and lights in the train turned off too making it darker to see around. By the time the light came back, the ghost disappeared. Jacob lost her once again.
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“How could someone be this bitter? At least he must have thought before saying me those words." Braelyn was home now. Laying on her bed with a book in her hands, she didn't focus on her study but Jacob.
“If he was the same angelic as he
