Chapter 74

Have you ever seen a ghost? I have. They are warped by the most gruesome magic. If something as beautiful and pure such as a soul had a dark side it would be a ghost. A twisted reality. Ghosts were always hungry, hunting for life's energy. They are never satisfied. They just want more and more until there is nothing left.

I was afraid of ghosts because on my 9th birthday, my father dearest set a family of them on me. They loomed at the foot of my bed, hid underneath it, and floated above me. They never fed, they just watched. They gave me nightmares.

One night the little girl missing one eye snuck into my bed. I have never forgotten that night. It's the night I stopped sleeping. I watched and waited until morning. I promised myself to never let that happen ever again.

I wouldn't close my eyes. I was never safe. The man sitting across from me was the reason. He ruined my life.

I stood slowly to my feet, my eyes staying focused on his every move.

The lamp illuminated his face,