It wasn't just my patient who was suffering. I also felt oppressed and that was not a good omen

I loosened my grip, caught in her wild beauty, under the forever sky

I had to accept the undeniable truth—I had fallen in love with a ghost

I was heading down a slippery slope alright, precarious in more ways than one

My ‘Blythe’ spirit pixilated, and slowly dissolved right before my eyes.

I’ll live in the Jazz Age ambiance of the house and try to contact the resident ghost.

When I lived in the house I became aware of all the haunting implications.

I’m looking for a Beatrice who can guide me through the celestial realms to Paradise

Stella guides me through a maze of possibilities she decided for me

Stella's an expert at crossing hidden boundaries

The circumstances surrounding the events still remain a mystery.

Maybe I was out totally out of my depth in this matter.

A few adolescent girls dabbling in magic, aren't really that formidable--or so I thought

Anything metaphysical gives me heartburn, not to mention nightmares… and I'd rather not battle demons in my sleep

My eyes widened as the realization hit me. I was another hole. I was an issue in their grand scheme. A thorn that had to be plucked. A part that drew attention to the inaccuracies of this world they were

Yo sigo aquí. En esa oportunidad me levanté más temprano de lo que acostumbro, y varias inquietudes me azotaron el pensamiento con malas premoniciones, y unas imaginaciones que nunca me habían llegado

“There's Mr. Sykes, couldn't be he's been dead for years” that's what I heard from the backseat riding home from a boring Woman’s Auxillary meeting, growing up an only child, with a teacher as a mom, active

Let me start this by saying that I have never considered myself to be too much of a conspiracy theorist. I feel like I have always rationalized my beliefs with scientific factual evidence. While I have