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The Haunted Mansion Ghost Host

The billionaire’s haunted house

… “One fifty.” I heard someone shout. “One sixty.” Another said immediately. “Two hundred.” “Five hundred thousand dollars.” “Five hundred thousand dollars, going once, going twice, sold.” Cesar announced and everybody clapped. “What was that?” Drego barked. “What?” I blinked, my smile slowly dissipating. “Why did you agree to stand up there? And looking like this for that matter.” I frowned. “Like what?” “Did you enjoy the fact that men were bidding on you like some prost—” My palms flew and landed on Drego’s face before I could understand what I was doing. “You don’t get to judge how I decide to look. Who the hell do you think you are to judge me? I did what I did for charity. You’re my boss, don’t cross any lines.” I turned around to leave. “Wait. Nichole I’m sorry.” He said more calmly. I looked at him again. “Because I told you that I was in love with you doesn’t make it okay for you to get involved in my personal life and decisions.” “It’s not like—” “Don’t worry. The day I quit was my first day getting over you. You don’t have to worry about that crazy talk. I’m over you. And I’ll leave your company the second you find my replacement and you won’t have to see me anymore.” “Nichole please listen—” “Drego, you’re up.” Reid came outside. His expression changed. It was no surprise. The tension between Drego and I was palpable. “Is everything okay?” Reid asked. “Yeah.” I replied. “We are done here.”
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The ghost of my son

In a peaceful village, nestled in a valley surrounded by forests, lived a little girl named Claire. She had recently moved into an old house with her mother, after her parents had separated. The house, an ancient dwelling full of history, had a melancholic air, but Claire loved it for its tranquility. Deep down, she hoped that this new life would one day ease the pain of the separation. One winter evening, while playing alone in the living room, Claire noticed a pale, translucent figure standing near the window. It was a little boy, perhaps around her age, dressed in clothes from another era, gazing at her with sad eyes. He seemed lost and solemn. As Claire approached him, she felt an odd sense of calm. The figure slowly faded as she reached out to touch him. The next day, Claire searched for clues about this apparition. Through the old papers in the house, she discovered the story of a boy named Jules, who had lived there long before her. He had died in a tragic accident, taken too soon at the age of eight. His parents, overwhelmed by immense grief, had divorced after the loss of their child, unable to bear their shared sorrow. Jules's appearances became more frequent, and Claire began talking to him. She learned that, even in the afterlife, Jules could not find peace. He was troubled by the separation of his parents and could not bring himself to leave this world without trying to reconcile them. Claire understood that the little boy was seeking help, hoping that someone—an ordinary child like herself—could bring his parents back together and heal their broken hearts. Each night, Claire and Jules talked for long hours. She explained her own situation, the pain she felt from not seeing her father as often, the sadness of seeing her mother so lonely. Jules listened attentively while sharing his story and confiding his wish to reunite his parents. He told her, "If only they could love each other again, everything would be fine, Claire. I don’t want to see them separated in the afterlife." Gradually, Claire took the idea seriously. She began talking to her mother about Jules and his appearances, and soon, she had the courage to write a letter to her father, asking him to come back, even just for a moment, so that the family could be together, if only for an instant. One weekend, the miracle happened. Her father, touched by Claire’s letter, agreed to come and spend time with them. Claire felt as though Jules’s presence guided her every step. As the day went on, a strange but powerful sense of harmony filled the house. The tensions eased, and even though Claire’s parents knew they were not meant to be together, a new peace settled between them. That evening, after dinner, Claire found herself alone for a moment in the living room, watching the remnants of Jules’s shadow. He stood there, smiling faintly, his eyes filled with gratitude and happiness. He had not disappeared, but he seemed calmer, as if he had found peace. He gently faded away, before dissolving into the light of the fireplace.
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