The woman stands before me, out stretching her long, spindly fingers. No—not a woman…not a woman at all. But something like it. She was obviously female, but not woman—not mortal.

I shuddered as she floated closer to me. Fog puffed in front of me as I breathed—she was freezing. I took a step back, my fleeting crunching in the decaying leaves from her trail. I pulled my arms close to my chest, go...

February 25, 2008

Dear Diary,

Callum decided it would be funny to bring us to the recently deceased Mrs. Lane’s house late on Sunday night. That was four days ago.

Eudoria convinced the four of us that it was harmless and no one has set foot in that house, besides Mrs. Lane, when her husband went missing more than 5 years ago. She told us about the legend that shrouds the crumbling house in s...

I gazed at the striking, young woman before me. Her gun pointed square at my head and her blue eyes were nothing more than a blank stare at my face. She stood still as a statue in the Royal’s gardens.

She didn’t understand the consequences of killing me. She had been lied to just like every other existing person on this earth that dared to defy the will of Royal Houses. I know her not, but she w...