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It took ahave you been here?" I dared ask

"Not long coh to have gleaned sohost in this particular pool has been here for o, and when I arrived along with a group of other ghosts, this pool was completely empty"

"You were also captured by the fae?" I asked

She looked almost embarrassed to adht in the portal that would lead one to the other side--a lie spread by the fae ahost community to ensure they have a constant, easy supply of the I wondered how they had initially planted the lie I guessed that would have been the hardest part, because once the ruhosts would latch onto the hopeful fable… just like Chantel and Nolan They illing to suspend disbelief for any far-fetched story, simply because they’d been at the end of their tether and saw no other way out of their miserable half-existence

"And what about the other pools? There are loads in this place"

"I do not know if all of theht by fae," the elderly wohouls themselves--I suspect many of them were At least those on this upper level"

"Upper level?"

"The newest recruits are kept here on this level, the highest level," the woman explained "At least, while there’s still life in theet shifted down, down, down… until eventually, when their souls have all but died, they get cast into the furthest depths of The Underworld The Necropolis, soriraves" She paused as Chantel’s sobbing intensified

I furrowed my brows "How do you even know all this?"

"I’ve done ," she replied wearily "At least in the beginning, when I first arrived and was far more reckless than now I visited the caverns deep down It’s…" Her voice faltered, horror filling her eyes "Let’s just say it’s so bad, you can practically tell howat theh to even talk to down there"

Years

"There’s got to be a way to escape," I hissed "We’re ghosts, dammit!"