Spiritual Entities

Spiritual Entities

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I can talk to ghosts. Not in the really weird ways, like with Ouija boards or conjuring spells. I can actually talk to them, and see them, like how I can talk to and see my friend Markus in the flesh who comes by once a day to see me in the mental institution my parents put me in. My friend Markus believed me when I first told him, treated it like it was a completely normal thing. My parents, not so much. It all started when my sister passed away when I was 10. She wasn't sick or anything, just a terrible accident that killed her on the way to the hospital. I've been here a rough 7 years and they only have one more before they have to let me go. I can still see and talk to ghosts like I've always been able to since I was 10. I hope they can't make them go away. Besides Markus, they're the only beings I can trust.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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