This used to be my favorite time of the year. When I see those Christmas decorations up, now, it just reminds me of the pain. She announced, on Christmas day, she was leaving me for my brother, and that she was carrying his child. Merry Christmas to me.
As I was walking around the city streets, try to get some Christmas cheer, she caught my eye. Lindsey got married, and moved away five years ago. What was she doing back? Her parents lived in Florida, and I think his died when he was little. Whatever the reason, it was nice to see a friendly face. As she got closer, something tugged at my heart.
“Hi Jake,” she put her arms around me and pulled me close.
I squeezed her tight, “How you doing? You here for Christmas?”
She stepped back from my grasp, and looked at me with a frown…

I’m going to start this post off by saying that I don’t believe in ghosts. While I find ghost stories entertaining I don’t believe them. I like hearing tales about aliens, bigfoot and the supernatural but I look at them more as entertainment than reality. I don’t watch ghost hunting shows because I don’t believe they will ever find proof, that being said I like the shows where they give the history of a place and talk about the ghosts that haunt it.

About 10 years ago I heard about a place close to where I live where there is a Science Fiction cafe(the place is still in business so I don’t want to give the real name.)and they have a guided tour of the haunted woods that are near the location. Supposedly this section of the woods is home to ghosts, strange vortexes that lead to other dimensions, fairies…

Through the foggy realm of sleep

A hazy slyph came from the deep

And in this haunting nighttime mist

Came a tender touch, then a kiss.

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This sprightly spirit danced through the room

Banishing the impending gloom

Her gown a lacey, gauzy veil

Her features pallid white, and pale.

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Her scent jasmine and columbine

Mixed with that of rose and wine

She vanished into the morning’s air

The sleeper reaching in despair.

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With dawn all trace of her was gone

‘cept a hint of jasmine in the air

On the nightstand in the sun

A wilted rose was laying there.

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On December 10, 1962 at 11:47 P.M.

Heaven gained another angel…

Dear World,

Frank died at 87 1/2 years old. Picture this: When he was a tow-headed little boy, just a toddler, his parents dressed him in short pants and a striped shirt and posed him on the hood of the family Model T, grinning. Feisty. He was named after a prominent ancestor, Benjamin Franklin, and they shared more than a name: both were brilliant, larger-than-life, charismatic. Actually, he came from a long line of characters: a grandfather who died, in his 90s, as the result of a bar fight, a father who was an early aviator. That family bred their men big, bold, and memorable. Frank, my Frank, my friend, came of age during the Great Depression. He had an older brother, equally brilliant; when it came time for Frank to attend college in ’37 or ’38, there was no money left. None. His brother had the degree that Frank…

The one thing that bothers my mother more than Ghosts are Time Travelers.

Time Travelers are like those pretentious fools who show up at a Civil War reenactment or a Dickens’ Christmas Fair dressed in their Star Fleet Command uniforms (Spock and Kirk) expecting everyone to ohhhhh and ahhhh over them and tell them “You’re so smart. Your mother must be proud of you.” It is only fun for those in the wrong costumes.

For Vampire teens the curiosity for Time Travelers is great. This has to do with the fact that they know they’re not supposed to talk to them and that they, the Time Travelers are both foolish and dangerous. And seeking out Time Travelers for any other purpose than to stop them (as only a Vampire can) is also foolish and dangerous.

They are usually dishonest and traveling with stolen technology. Honestly do you believe a man…

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