Harry could see things nobody else could see. Ever since he was a little boy, he could see evil spirits, demons and ghosts. It frightened his parents, so that sent him away. To the asylum. After 13 years of being locked up in this hell hole, he gets a new aid. His name is Louis Tomlinson. Does Harry finally have hope of recovering?
Based in 1932.
Read with Caution.
The Harry in this story will scare the fucking fuck out if you.
Maybe.
If I write it good enough.
(The prologue is the only part in 3rd person)
You tell me.