Spirit portals blanketed the town of Millersville, making it look like a block of swiss cheese. I flew through the clouds above the city, neon signs of the restaurants below provided navigation as I descended and passed through an energy hole outside of Marla William’s shop, having traveled a great distance from my home in the realms of light. I floated through main street and worked my way to Justin’s house. The street outside his home was quiet and dark; the atmosphere heavy, muddy, and thick.
A full moon illuminated the rope swing hanging from a rugged oak in the front yard. I remembered the first time I saw it. Justin was showing off, bragging about how he could climb the rope and hang from the branch above. Allison was there, the reason for Justin’s theatrics. He slipped, allegedly
