The Events At Northwood City
You glare at the hair. Something about it seems…off. You huff to yourself. You don't have time for this. You grab a roll of paper towels and exit your apartment, making sure to lock the door behind you. When you head back to the gasoline puddle, your reflection stares at you.
You suddenly remember a warning your parents once told you when you were very little. The only way to see ghosts is through reflections. Some say you can even talk to them if you're lucky enough to see one without them harming you.
Maybe…Maybe the gasoline spill isn't a spill at all. Maybe someone's trying to see ghosts.
What do you think of this?
You suddenly remember a warning your parents once told you when you were very little. The only way to see ghosts is through reflections. Some say you can even talk to them if you're lucky enough to see one without them harming you.
Maybe…Maybe the gasoline spill isn't a spill at all. Maybe someone's trying to see ghosts.
What do you think of this?