My name is Cassius O’Shaughnessy, yeah real tongue twister. Most of my friends just call me Cassio. I’m a Paranormal Private Investigator. And don’t even ask if I’m one of those ghost hunter nutballs. I lose credibility every time one of those quacks go on TV. I’m a detective, not a freakin magician. I don’t call upon spirits or play with one of them wee-gee board things. I don’t carry a wand or wooden stakes or silver dust, just a pen and notepad.
Read MoreMizar (M): My goodness, how do people do this? We are not halfway, even.
Boötis (B): Your goodness? Ha!
M: Why laugh at me?
B: I laugh at only my own foolishness, my dear. You grow daily. Yet I often forget.
The sun came out that morning. Seattle was overcast and rainy 370 days of the year, and it chose that day. The Day. To finally show a bit of warmth and light. What a cliché. But I refused to change plans two months in the making. Should it have taken longer? Should more consideration have been involved? It wasn’t the first time the passing thought pestered my concentration.
Read MoreI know this is the first time you’ve heard from me in quite a while, but this will also be the last. I don’t know how I’ll get this letter to you; we aren’t supposed to have correspondence with anyone outside the camp, but I can’t have you searching for me. If you were to come here, everything would be ruined. This is my choice. It might not sound like it at first, especially when I mention… well, just hear me out. Before you do anything, read until the end.
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