She took a deep breath, then another, then counted to ten in her head before she could speak calmly. “Fine. You’re not a child. Let’s start over. My name is Krista. A ghost practically dragged me out of bed and sent me to help you. So here I am.”
Read MoreA chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make a sound. My hand gripped the receiver, turning my knuckles white, and I began to shake uncontrollably. There was something strangely familiar about that voice.
Read More“Nope,” Brandy smiled, “show us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The look of pure mischief that crossed her face had me shaking in fear. Well, pretend fear. “We heard you are no longer on the market, per se.”
I know where I am. This is my Hell room or loop or whatever fancy title you deem necessary to give it. I failed in collecting, and I was dragged back here to this time, to this day. It was the day when it all went wrong. It will begin in a moment. My body will act out this day while I get to watch like a passenger inside my own head.
Read More“You wake me up and yell at me, force me out of bed, and then give me the silent treatment? That’s just great. And typical. I knew it was too good to be true. Why can’t you spirits ever rest?” Krista muttered to herself as she walked, ignoring the apparition following behind her.
Read MoreI bit my tongue, at a complete loss for words. I didn’t think anyone would catch onto my motivations so quickly. I thought I played my intentions close to my chest. Not even my family knew the full picture of why I wanted to move to New Orleans and start my business. And it took this…this monster two conversations to figure me out.
Read More“Miss Cherish, it’s in your blood. You come from a long line of sensitives. It’s why your Grandma Joan kept so many things in her shop. It’s why she had a collection of items that she just couldn’t let go of. And it’s why your grandmother ended up with that little statuette.”
Read MoreWould I still do it even if I didn’t have this primal urge to kill? Yeah, probably because I enjoy it. The satisfaction of deciding the fate of someone’s life in my own hands is exhilarating. But it’s not even close to the extent when I go into my rage.
Read MoreI found myself wanting him, this strange, dark man, but I was also afraid of him, of what he could be. If he ended up being an agent of Estran, I would be dead by morning.
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