Dark Soul: Dark, #1

By A.A. Andrews

There is a ward for terminally ill cases in this mental Hospital. Do not be too surprised. I was not crazy that day, but I was hiding from their constant pursuit of me and their constant appearance, so I decided to hide from them. Should I stay away from people so as not to lose my mind, because I did not know what they wanted from me? why this demon? why me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.A. Andrews
• Release date: Mar 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224225118

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First of all, I would like to introduce myself to you before anything else. My name is angry ghost. "

Do not be surprised, this is not my real name, but rather a nickname or nom de guerre as you call it in your language. My name on the birth certificate and identity card, as they claim, is Magda Ramsy Al-Marakshy.

But I forgot that name many years ago, and I do not remember anything about it. I graduated from the Faculty of Commerce, Ain Shams University, ten years ago or more. I do not know, believe me, but I will not tell you the number of years of my life. This is something that does not concern you and does not concern you in anything. You can guess my age, as I will never tell anyone. Do you understand?

I joined work with my degree, which was a Bachelor of Commerce, Accounting Division, and I worked as an accountant in one of the major commercial companies through one of my father ’s acquaintances. I would not have gotten that job in the company had it not been for my father’s friend, may God have mercy on him, for only six months. Unfortunately, this was the beginning of everything that happened to me after that. Life is full of strange and terrifying things that your minds cannot imagine seeing or even hearing about. I have seen many, many strange beings, wandering spirits, demons, jinn and goblins, ghosts and frightening dark beings. I have seen much that turns hair gray and makes the soul dead with fear and fear from the creatures of that world. The abominable world of darkness and its hideous creatures that no one can and cannot even bear to see, but I see them as I see any human being, and I talk to some of them, and I fear some of them, and others fear me, and I lived with it after severe suffering and tried to adapt and live. With them in peace and quiet, and all of this is because of that damned necklace that I found one day by chance on my way, and it changed my life completely. I will not say that I destroyed it and made the forces of darkness They chase me constantly and everywhere in order to get it and get it back. It seems that the necklace means a lot to them, but to this day they have not succeeded in doing so, and in the end I entered a hospital for the insane and spent seven years of my life in a psychiatric and mental hospital as a patient and a permanent inmate of Ward No. 7. There is a ward for terminally ill cases in Abbasiya Hospital. Do not be too surprised. I was not crazy that day, but I was hiding from their constant pursuit of me and their constant appearance, so I decided to hide from them. Should I stay away from people so as not to lose my mind, because I did not know what they wanted from me??

Nor why are they chasing me when you do not know their appearance or their terrifying form? I swear to you that you will not bear all of this. I entered the hospital of my own free will after I attacked one of the doctors and decided to hide from them. Under my bed in Ward No. 7 of the Insane Hospital until they left me alone, but they did not and never left me. They were protecting those around me and did not leave me for a single moment, but they did not dare to harm me because of the necklace that protected me from their oppression. I decided after years I would go out to them and try to coexist with them, for they were too weak to harm me as long as I had the necklace with me. So I left the hospital to continue my life, and the years I spent under my damned bed were enough. I left the insane asylum, but I found everything had changed. I found my father had died and people had moved away from me. In fear and panic, even my siblings ran away from me in fear, imagining that I would attack them at any time. They were stupid and knew nothing, but I excuse them. My father, may God have mercy on him, before he left, tried to secure my future for me, so he left me his apartment and wrote it in my name. He also left me a suitable pension, and he knew what would happen to me after I left the hospital. I lived alone and shunned by everyone because I am a graduate of Abbasiya, and I do not deny that I am my sister. The youngest used to visit me from time to time without her husband’s knowledge and she helped me a lot in some matters and in receiving my father’s pension, may God have mercy on him. No one would accept to employ a graduate of Abbasiya, no matter how much certificates or experience I had, but despite that, I felt bored and empty, not fear. I had become accustomed and adapted to seeing them protected. They are around me, and perhaps they are staying with me in the apartment, and I no longer care much about their presence. I know what they want. They want the necklace around my neck, and they will not get it as long as I live, because if they get it, it will be my last day in life. I know, it is a war for survival, and I will fight for it. I took a breath and defended my life, so I have been wearing that damned necklace around my neck for many years, and no one dares to take it off my neck. It protects me from their oppression. I will not spare you long. My life was empty, without work, acquaintances, or friends. My little sister advised me to create a page on Facebook. Facebook, or social networking, as you say about it, and making many friends and acquaintances, and also searching for work through the Internet, will harm my livelihood, and even eliminate that boredom by forming fake friendships with many people to eliminate that deadly void. I am not lying to you. I liked the idea very much, and I took her advice. I accessed the Internet at home and created a page for myself and a personal account As Angry Ghost

angry ghost I do not know why The page was given that strange name, perhaps because at the time the page was created, this ghost was standing in front of me, looking angrily and excited. This ghost accused me of being the cause of his friend’s death, and he decided to live with me in the apartment and