Monika pulled into the driveway, ten minutes past 11:00 pm. Corbin was sitting outside on the porch talking to the farmer. A man I didn’t recognize stepped through the front door and removed his hat. My body stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. It felt like I was drowning. He was dressed in all black and wore a white collar around his neck. He wasn't from Millersville. I wanted to flee but was trapped inside the house. This is where I could draw the most energy, feeding off of the father’s depression and boy’s fear. The heavy energy filled the house like thick smoke. I breathed it in. I could only stay in areas of the earth where the energy was the darkest, a delicate balancing act. I created as much fear in the atmosphere though my haunting as I could but it was a
