The aftermath following the fire in our secluded resort had felt nothing but the feeling of liberty.
Aftermath, my true story.
The aftermath following the fire in our secluded resort had felt nothing but the feeling of liberty. Once climbing up our stairway to hell felt like walking in to the raging fires of the abyss. Now it felt light and cleansed, ridden from the demonic forces that played havoc with our lives. Now I would skip up the stairs with new vigour, and a new outlook on life. Living with the paranormal is a very lonely place to be, no other to confide in about your nightmares and experiences. It's a dark cloak you wear suffocating you like a shroud with no light... no hope... and no dreams, only a darkness that cocoons you from every angle. Many times I have woken with that awful feeling of falling, only to wake up before I hit the grey stone slabs of the pavement below.
Now I could lean out of my window welcoming the night air that blows upon my face removing the remnants of the foul stench I once breathed.
"Miracles do happen." I said with a smile looking up at the million of stars that encrusted the night sky, sparkling like diamonds. It was heavenly. When looking down I saw a young man walking up our street with his hands in his pockets, a man who had taken my breath away. A man who had stolen my heart and who would be a part of my life always.
From that first brief encounter...