G host & Ghouls

When someone is dead, they go to the afterlife and ascend into Heaven. Well, for most people. If people pass away and don’t go up in the sky, their soul goes down to the deep depths of lucifer’s dungeon of souls full of sins. Most souls stay in the devils world and do his labor. Also burning in pit holes while fighting to the death. those souls forever burn. While some, comeback to the real world, not as humans, but as ghosts. some can be friendly, while most come back to haunt and scare foes and random people that they have never met in their life.

These ghosts are sometimes referred to “entity’s” . they are named those names for their very “not natural” powers that are given to some. Some use it for good, some use it for bad. They can be very scary at times. But in some religions, it is normal to see ghosts and they sometimes do rituals to bring past relatives or others either for good or bad. The ghosts can evade into other peoples souls and take them over. Some do this because of hatred, some do this because they want to continue life, or they get sent by lucifer himself to bring innocent souls to build lucifer’s army. But, it is really rare that the devil himself invades a souls of his own.

Now to the topic of ghouls.

Now see, ghouls on the other hand, they are humans, but demonic, and they aren’t human at all. they may seem human, but like said, they are not. They are demonic blood lusting humans That only eat human meat and drink blood to survive. They are kind of like zombies who like blood, but they have a conciseness of what they are doing and have full control of what they do. Some people think that ghouls are just myths that originated in Arab areas to scare disobedient children. but who knows if they are real?

-Jayden Calle

Rey closed the door after arriving home. The door creaked loudly as it always had ever since her mother was a small child. The house was old and run down. The wood of the floor, a once warm brown had faded into a grey after all the years it had been in their families’ care. School that day had been extraordinarily long and tiring, leaving her wary and exhausted. She trudged through her house and to her room with a heavy sigh. Her legs felt heavy, as if she walked through a vast desert in the blistering heat. As she passed her brother Arlo’s room she opened the door and asked how his day went.

Arlo responded with a sarcastic “How do you think?” and Rey nodded in silent understanding.

Rey then continued to her room and Arlo followed not far behind with a worn book in hand. As soon as she reached the room she fell onto her bed and Arlo sat at her desk and continued his reading. An hour or so passed of the two of them lounging around lazily before finally they heard it.

The sound of their mother’s voice, “Arlo! Rey! Come here please!” she called. But how could this be happening?

Their mother did not come home for at least two more hours! Rey and Arlo turned to each other with a look of terror and confusion.

“D-Did you hear that?” Arlo stuttered out.

All Rey could do was give a weak nod. Though neither of them moved but instead they silently stared at the door. The voice sounded like their mother but a voice inside the both of them warned them that it most certainly was not.

“Arlo! Rey!” the voice called out again.

However, this time Rey stood but did not go to the voice, but instead they ran swiftly to the door and locked it. She then sprinted back to her bed. Arlo then stood and snatched a metal cross hanging on Rey’s wall.

“What the heck is that going to do?!” Rey whisper yelled.

“I don’t know!” Arlo snapped defensively. They then looked back to the door.

“Arlo! Rey!” the voice called out but this time it was cold and stern.

Arlo then got into the bed as well curling in on himself and clutching the cross tightly. Rey started to quiver and held onto her brother’s arm.

“ARLO!!!!!REY!!!!!” the voice shrieked no longer sounding like their mother. The voice continued to let out dreadful screams and wails. The siblings held desperately onto each other as the voice carried on.

Then Rey finally reached for her phone and frantically called her mother. Arlo never took his eyes off the door; they were wide with terror.

“Mom! PLEASE HELP US!!! There is something here! It sounds like you, but it isn’t. I know you don’t believe me but” her frantic rambles were cut off by her mother’s voice which was calm and clear.

“Honey, I understand, and I am already on my way. So, stay on the line.” she stated calmly.

“Okay,” Rey swallowed.

At this point the voice had only gotten louder and louder. The walls had begun to shake, and their doorknob