Unseen-DP-Artists

.:Prologue:. Every morning I come home and wonder if he was even there the night before. The bed is made, dishes cleaned, and there's no sign of him besides the neatly folded clothes of mine that were previously scattered on the floor. We never speak unless it's to determine when we'll see one another again, which makes this whole thing feel like a dream when he's gone. Where does he go? Why doesn't he try to contact me? He seems so happy when he's here with me. I just don't know. Maybe my sanity should be questioned at this point. .:Chapter  1:. I'm scrambling to get my keys into the apartment's impervious lock on a rainy afternoon. I hat

The wind blew furiously through the Fenton house, causing glass to scatter and forming a puddle of water from the rain. Thunderstorms clashed with each other, and the lights flickered on and off until it shorted out. Everything was silent. Suddenly, little flickers of light appeared. Matches and candles were lit in this power outage, and the grandfather clock ticked 7:30pm. A gust of wind ended its salute in its dark atmosphere, and the Fenton family gathered near the fireplace in the living room to wait for the electricity to return. "When will the power come back Daddy?" whimpered five-year old Danny. "I don't know". "What about the ghos