Shards of Black Glass (A Ghost Adventures Story)

Shards of Black Glass (A Ghost Adventures Story)
Saira Collings isn't your average twenty-something. While others navigate the mundane, Saira navigates the spectral, born with the uncanny ability to see, hear, and interact with the dead. Her world is a constant blend of the living and the ghostly, a gift—or curse—that has shaped her every interaction. When a long-shot application to a renowned ghost-hunting crew finally pays off, Saira finds herself thrust into a thrilling, terrifying new reality. But as she delves deeper into the paranormal, she uncovers not only the secrets of the spirit world but also the dark truths of her own past, realizing that some demons aren't just supernatural, and some scars run deeper than she could ever imagine. Can Saira master her power before it consumes her, or will her unique sight lead her to a fate far more dangerous than she ever anticipated?

I see nothing when I open my eyes. No moonlight shines through my window. No owls hoot in the trees. No mice skitter around in the walls. No one is there, but the room is full of people.

A man steps forward, baring bloody teeth, and snarls, "Tonight, young one. Tonight you will be forced to choose your fate." He is shoved away by a woman. "Your choice will affect us all. Leave us or don't. It's your choice." A little boy, clutching the hand of a little girl, steps forward, weaving around the man and woman's legs. "Remember us, Saira. Hope rides on your shoulders. Just don't break under the weight of the world." The others crowd closer all murmuring, "Saira. Saira. Saira." When they get too close and suffocate me, I burst awake.

"Saira! Saira! Come on, get up!" I start awake, opening my eyes to the bright, early morning sunlight. I look around my small room, thankful that I don't see the translucent people from my dreams.

Then, as I grab some clothes from my dresser and walk out into the hall to go to the bathroom for my shower, I'm stopped by a tall girl with auburn hair and bronze skin. She smiles at me and waves. I do the same, barely noticing that the teenager is slightly translucent and I could see right through her chest to the couch in the living room.

"Hey. I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" I ask the girl, and she smiles slyly. "Aria. I used to live three floors down until a few months ago. Drug overdose," she says to my questioning look. I nod, remembering the drama of two and a half months ago. Supposedly, a seventeen year old girl had committed suicide, and her friends blamed each other. Her parents went mad with grief and had to be sent to asylums to avoid danger towards themselves and others. They had claimed to see their daughter's ghost, speaking to them in dreams and sitting at the dining table during dinner.

But I know that they're not crazy. I know. Because, like them, I have the power to see ghosts.

Shards of Black Glass (A Ghost Adventures Story)

Shards of Black Glass (A Ghost Adventures Story)

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