To my love, my dear, my everything,

By the time you will be reading this, I will be long gone. I implore you not to try to follow me — this is for the best. You may not see it, but you will in time.

It splits my heart in half to know I have to leave. I never thought of myself as the kind of person who deserts in the middle of the night — but apparently, today is one of reckoning. Not that I’m le...

“I need to tell you something, urgently. It’s about your boss.”

I stare blankly at the Post-It note on top of my desk. It hadn’t been there when I left to fill up my water bottle a mere thirty seconds ago. I look around, but everyone else in the office is still focused on their computer screens. None of them bat an eye in my direction. I shrug it off and throw the note in the garbage can a few fee...

Smoke drifts up from the campfire, circling in the air. It fills my lungs and blinds me. I shield my eyes with my jacket sleeves as I continue to watch the embers of the fire. They burn red, a bright scarlet that serves as a warning. The flames themselves lick at the air, shrinking as the night wanes on. With each log that’s added to the pile, the fire grows, casting a glow around the area. It cra...

“If you listen close enough,” they say, “you can hear the Lost Lady of Pembrooke Estate. You can hear her through the cracks in the decaying walls of the old manor. Her cries echo through the night, drifting through the trees that guard the haunted forests. Her voice moves with the wind billowing through the town, harmonizing with the wind chimes that dangle above store fronts and aged houses. Whe...