She was sane. She was okay. She was normal. Key word: was. The day after my best friend's funeral, things started to change. I started seeing things most people wouldn't see. Things most people would be terrified to see. And then, the people. Most people would be scared to even hear, much less look at and interact with the ones that I see. Then, I met him. No one else could see him. No one else could see them. No one believed me. Then, things started to unravel.All Rights Reserved