My Ghost Stream Exposed My Killer
Language: en
It had been five years since my death, and the thing that finally woke my dormant soul was the blinding glare of a ring light. A group of ghost-hunting streamers had breached the rotting doors of the cabin. And they had found my phone. The live chat on their screen was already scrolling at a dizzying speed: "Turn it on! Maybe Jax’s ‘evil spirit’ is actually hot!" The screen flickered to life. My face, pale and smiling faintly, was still the lock screen. "Oh, what the hell. It’s that Montgomery trash. The one who pawned his dead mom’s heirloom to blow cash on high-end escorts." The…