My eyes are different. I can see things no one else can. Those things haunt me. I don’t want this I just want to be a normal person. Part of me likes this, the other doesn’t. See? I can see him right now; he’s coming towards me, whispering my name, Chloe. He is a janitor, he seems normal except for the fire that still burns out of his face. My body shivers, as everything around me gets cold. I want to run, but nobody can run from them. Nobody can run away from a ghost.
January 23, 2009