I no longer fear the dark, for that is where my ghosts reside
Noah stepped into the apartment, unsure of what to expect. He looked at the other two occupants of the space: Elwood, standing nervously in the small apartment, and the red-haired woman, who now was giving Noah the same once-over she had done when he was on the other side of the apartment door. It didn’t feel any better the second time. Nobody spoke. Noah didn’t want to move from his spot an arm’s reach from the door. He considered this the best place to be, in case a quick exit had to be made. Although this was only the second story. A jump from here wouldn’t be too bad. “So you can see ghosts, huh? When did this ‘mediumship’ start?” The woman started to throw the questions like darts, with Noah being the dartboard. “Have you been able to see ghosts your whole life or is this a recent ability? Can you conjure spirits at will?” “Um…” Noah started “I…” “Is this a family trait? Are other members of your family able to commune with the dead?” “Phoenix, please,” Elwood said, trying to stop...