Emilie Harris

It was my fault because no one believed me. What actually happened is probably just an exaggeration. “Not saying that your story isn’t true, but…”

What they don’t tell you about your last moments on Earth is how you’re going to panic for reasons that make absolutely no sense.

“What I am about to tell you, is a story about this very place; Camp Sunrise.” I felt a chill run down my spine. This wasn’t gonna be what I needed.

In a few days, I had learned not only that my house had a restless spirit, but that maybe he couldn’t cross over to the other side because of his untimely death, a death that could have been prevented.

I sat up in bed and couldn’t stop shaking.

The thing I missed most about home was the smell.