POV- Someone answered the second knock.
“Orla… Orla I can hear you.” a Dark voice calls out from the darkened corner of my room, where my mirror stands.
I glance at the mirror as this strange white fog begins to swirl at the bottom of the mirror, rising.
Fear slowly encases my heart as my eyes betray me.
Falling upon a face that is haunting me.
A face I never thought I’d get to see again.
The only thing still pining me with fear is the glowing red eyes staring back at me.
Excerpt from Ghost of Blackmore



































































