The Spirit Named Rowan

The Spirit Named Rowan

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"Go away. Go away. Go away." I murmur to myself. I open my eyes and look at the ghost in the corner on my bathroom. "Please go away." I shut my eyes again. The knock on the door causes me to jump a little. I see the ghost still in the corner. "Yes?" I ask trying not to focus on the shadow. "Sweetie you have some letter. It's pretty big." My mother says on the other side of the door. I run to the door, the cold tiles making me trip a little. I open the door to see my mother with a fairly large envelop in her hands. Sweet Jesus it finally came. "Thanks mom." I say and just take the envelope and walk to my room. I don't want that ghost giving me a negative vibe as I read my acceptance letter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Persephone is headed off to college at the esteem Salem University for Wiccan, and right away she's drafted into the oldest coven to prove her powers as a witch. Over the next year she will have to raise her own Spirit; only her Spirit is already mature.
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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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