The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 17

\"Oh dear. It seems the young man is coming around. He pushes himself off the ground and climbs to his feet. Standing up, he looks to be even taller than I am. His hair is neatly combed into a part on top of his head. The resemblance to Lance is uncanny, though. It really could be his brother. Or potentially some kind of shape shifter. Too many options. We\'ll just have to wait and see.\"

Mild Mannered: Issue #8

Before I can respond, the bell at the front door jingles. The man from the other days enters. His clothes were different but still as fancy as ever. It\'s difficult to put into words how it made me feel. Small? Insignificant? Like a gross little comic goblin?

The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 16

I\'m a little strained on what I\'m doing, but I think my original plan might still work. I go back to the book from my bag, studying the process to de-spell this room. This spirit, ghost or not, is likely an anchor for whatever is manipulating the spiritual pressure in this room.

Seeking Dusk: Part 10

The office still had all sorts of books and artifacts thrown about the room. The man might have acted all high and mighty, but he\'s one hell of a pig. His bookshelves are a different story. Each and every volume was specifically chosen. Each one contains some of the most important information we\'ve ever utilized. And a select few shelves contain the only pictures of friends and family he has. It\'s actually a little sad.

Neon Noir: The Ninth Beat

She looked around the party, trying to find Alessandro Gaudio, head of the Gaudio crime family in The City. Her contact said he should be relaxed in this setting and more apt to listen to her proposal. And yet, she didn’t dare leave her little corner of the room until she knew where he was. The minute she did, these men would be on her like a dog on a steak.

The Elysian: Twelfth Dream

I try to fly away, but I hear him strike again. There\'s no way to avoid it this time. I feel the vines snap around my leg. The jerk shakes my whole body. I try to become intangible again, but my heart is racing, and my emotions too ingrained to let go. I can\'t slip out of this. His whips retract and pull me toward the frightening visage that was his face. I see the vines move and squirm as it opens the gaping jaw he\'s made. He\'s gonna eat me!

Seeking Dusk: Part 9

I touch down right in front of him. He\'s thinking. Thinking about what happened here. About my words. He\'s trying to find a way to turn this around. To find a way I could have avoided violence. But he knows there is none. Humans. Ever hopeful.

The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 14

I begin the chant, enticing the energy in the gem to show me what made this room feel so odd. I could sense some presence manipulating the flow of spiritual pressure around me, but what it was, what it was doing, and why this room was so special, I couldn\'t tell. The gem hums, not glowing just yet. Wind whips up around me, as I feel my body become weary. The spell was doing its job, draining me of some energy to complete its work. Everything was building to a boiling point.