Kendyll I've always seen them. Ghosts. The paranormal should scare me, but instead, I feel at home among the ethereal beings, none more so than the demon who has always popped in and out of my life. He haunts me. He lingers in the shadows of my dark secret as the only source of light. He's the monster hiding in my closet. But I don't mind. After all, the things that go bump in the night don't scare me. There's something far worse out there, and it might be catching up to me. Xander She ruined me. Stole my black heart from my chest to teach it warmth and light before crushing it in her palm to scatter the ashes in the wind. She haunts me. She lingers in the shadows of the secret I'm keeping. She's the ghost that possesses me day and night. But I don't mind. After all, I'm a demon on the hunt for the wounds she inflicts. And I'd let her hurt me again. I welcome the pain, so long as it's from her.