It is often said that the fate of one, no matter how cruel, cannot be avoided. That despite one’s most valiant efforts, demise is…inevitable. I, too, once believed that, until the day Darsie Anderson died.
I beg of you, if you wish to continue life carefree, without the perils of what we cannot see, read no further. This story can only end in regret. It is said that we, the ephemeral, are drawn to the supernatural; that we cannot resist delving into the world of the paranormal. And, they are right.
The day Darsie came, the birds disappeared, the streams flowed faster, and our backs turned cold. The neighbors shut their doors to this strange new comer, only to watch him from their windows. Darsie’s arrogant swagger could be spotted from miles away. He floated down the street and opened the door to his new house.