I had no genuine friendships, bar one. His name was Abraham. My parents dubbed him imaginary and dismissed me. He may have been invisible, but he was real to me. So I proved it. Flour dusted on the floor made my parents angry. Then they saw footprints forming in the particulate.

An old man and his Silhouette — Is that what you saw? Yeah… I know what they are. You say you’ve seen one? What exactly did you see? A dark shadowy figure… maybe blending into its environment? That’s a Silhouette. I’m talking about the creature, not what you’d normally think of when you hear the word. Creature…

Careful who you let in… — Laying on the sofa in our living room, I watched my parents prepare to leave. I knew they were only going shopping, but I still hated them leaving me home alone. Nothing about our house made me feel comfortable. …

Not always what you think… — There couldn’t be anything worse than airport security. So many rules to be followed, or they’d pull you aside for a more personal and uncomfortable search. It seemed to happen to me often, and sometimes I’m not sure why they felt the need. Of course, all the security meant less…

When life flashes before your eyes… — The saying goes that your life flashes before your eyes when you think you’re about to die. A moment of reflection before the end. I’ve always wondered if that was true. Revisiting old memories, both good and bad. Was it random? How far back can memories be accessed? Can they…

Don’t let him in… — “Merry Christmas, son,” said my dad, “We hope you like it.” I eagerly grabbed the present and ripped the paper off, paying no mind to the shreds of paper flying everywhere. My eyes beamed at what laid inside. The number one thing I’ve wanted over the past year. The new…

Being a ghost hunter makes you prey. — “Everyone knows their jobs?” I asked my friends as I parked the van. “Setting up the cameras and checking audio,” said Steven. “I’m checking for EMF,” Sara said, “And fingerprints.” “And I got motion and the book,” said Max. “If anything wants to write me their biography, they can do…

Spirits will always get their revenge. — Stepping out the door and gently shutting it, I strutted down the steps to the sidewalk below. The night sent chills down my back as I made my way home. As I adjusted my leather jacket to better keep me warm, I smile to myself, happy to be out of…

When we lie to ourselves. — He’s watching me. I can feel it. That six sense people get when something’s wrong. Since boarding the subway, I felt watched. It makes little sense. He’s supposed to be dead. But there he sits a few seats ahead of me in the last car of the train. That possibility…