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Chapter 5: Making Amends and Busted Friends Did that just happened? I asked myself as I sat there on the sofa, starring up at the ceiling. My parent's getting involved in something like this baffles me. If they wanted to make amends, why didn't they just call me or something? Why send paranormal investigators? They hated my job. At one point they made me feel like a complete failure and dead seed in the family. I remember going to family reunions and my aunts, uncles and cousins, including my own parents, barely acknowledged me. They would put my cousins on pedestals and brag about what they've done and what kind of jobs they have. They would

Chapter 4: The Frequency Inside My Head I opened my eyes to a familiar place. The sunlight was odd and the neighborhood was completely silent. I was alone but I wasn't afraid. I was calm and standing in front of the unchanged white triangle house with it's enclosed porch and grey steps. The Demon House.... How did I get here? I promised myself I would never come back here. There was a strange noise that started filling the silence. I looked down at my hands and I was suddenly holding a white noise box. I stared down at the box and cradled it like a baby. I waited for something to interrupt it's frequency but nothing came. The overwhelming se

Chapter 3: Knocking On Death's Door Despite my luck Saturday night, I was still waiting for it when I woke up the next morning. I didn't trust myself. I've been having panic attacks for a long time now. I knew how they worked. But several minutes ticked by and to my surprise, nothing came. I'm fine. I'm completely fine. Monday was awkward as I knew it probably would be. Paul was so quiet and never even looked at us when we walked into the library. Tiffany acted as if he didn't existed and all she could talk about was Ghost Adventures and her almost meeting Zak Bagans. From the corner of my eye, I could see Paul shaking his head back and fort

Chapter 2: Game of Fate I just got to chapter sixteen of Memoirs of a Geisha when my phone started chiming Blank Space by Taylor Swift. Crap! I forgot to put it on silence! I dropped my book and grabbed my phone from my pocket. Tiffany's name was lit up on the screen. I smiled apologetically as I jogged my way outside. Judging by the looks that people give me, one of them will surely send in a complaint to my boss for sure. I answered my phone, "Hello?", I breathed. Tiffany laughed. "You're still at work," she guessed. "I lost track of time again," I admitted. "When do you not? So listen, me and the girl's are going out to Club Fortune Casin