Ghost Whispers © Ash K. 2014
Prologue.
"My name is Myka Loren." In a rusted-silver chair, situated infront of a simple camera on a tri-pod, she sat patting down her honey hair. She looked ordinary: dull, brown eyes and a pale complexion. She probably would've been ordinary to those around her. But she wasn't; "And I see things that I shouldn't."
She whispers with the ghosts. You can hear her, mumbling on her own, conversing with the wind. Her wide eyes, pale face and empty soul scares people away from her. But she's okay; she's not alone, she never is.
"They come to me asking for the light. They come to me for help."
She understands why they need her: she is the only one to see their kind. She understands that it is her gift to see them, and that she must help them in any way, shape or form.
"Why do they come to you, Loren?" The man behind the camera asked
"Because they need me."
"What do they need you for?" he urged her to speak. Myka was a rare gem in the town of Sanrad Creek. She was the only one with all the answers. And he needed answers.
When she looked up at him, when she stared into his soul, he was shook by the intense madness he saw in the glimpse of the moment, "For the light. For the chance to break the chains keeping them here. For the chance to escape." A small gasp fell from the edge of his lips and his body trembled as her voice filled the silence. "For the perfect revenge."
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Ghost Whispers
Mystery / Thriller[ NaNoWriMo 2014 ] Sanrad Creek, a small town at the edge of the world, would've been normal if it wasn't for Myka Loren. Some call her an angel, others call her a witch; she doesn't know what she is. What she does know is that she must help - other...
