Avery opens up the journal that her uncle got her. It was thin, with a leather cover that had the markings of snake skin. She turned the first page to find multiple journal entries…

Lainey:

Dear whoever’s reading this,

I don’t know what this book is, but I know I want to leave some kind of mark in it. So that’s why I’m writing. I actually just found this on the ground and it caught my eye, so her...

Ashton-

Ashton sends one glance around the library then scoffs. He had much better things to do than hang out with his sister at this dusty old place. He doesn’t even like to read!

“Ashton! Go check out the graphic novel section if you’re bored!” His sister calls to him before getting shushed at by the librarian. She covers her mouth from a laugh and starts to walk into the bookshelves. Ashton jus...

You’ve come back, but I no longer need you.

I no longer need a shoulder to cry on,

For your shoulder was too uncomfortable anyway.

I no longer need your comforting words,

For I realized they were laced and tied with lies.

I no longer need someone to talk to,

For you took them all away in the first place.

I no longer need a friend,

For you made me distant.

I no longer need to find if I belong,

For ...

The duck lightly touches down into the misty waters, it’s feet dampening before it engrosses in the pond.

Only a few feet away from the enchanting scene lay blood. Blood melting into the water along with the duck and staining the pond red. Unknown limps on shore, holding her bleeding side. A confident smirk is plastered on Unknown’s face, not drifting away even as the water turns a deeper red.

T...

I stare out the gaping excuse for a window and trudge towards it. The cold breeze from outside hits me calmly, swirling my brown hair up behind me, and I can see it did the same to my sister besides me. We’ve always had a love-hate relationship with this house, Cindy and I, a burning love that is fueled by memories purely, and a hate that leaks like a rusty water pipe. I remember all the days of r...

Ashton walks out of his room quietly. Nobody could know he was a ghost, for he was living with hunters. Maybe he could hunt them instead? Give them a taste of their own medicine?

“Ashton~!” He hears a sweet voice carry from downstairs.

“Crap…” Ashton whispers to himself. How was he supposed to go down there when he’s freaking translucent?!...