I can’t reconcile what happened in the forest, and maybe I never will. I wish it hadn’t happened. Most of the time, I try not to think about that night, a blank space formed by the “before and after.” But it’s there waiting for me, a hole to fall into.
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Adoration: A Ghost Story | Chapter 1
I brought a ghost home from the forest. At least, I assume it’s a ghost. Maybe it’s some other spirit. All I know is that I can’t see them, but I can feel them. I’m not looking for an exorcism. I’m not interested in cleansing my house or myself of their Presence.
They found me lying on the ground.