The Devil and His Ghost

Kendyll

I've always seen them. Ghosts. The paranormal should scare me, but instead, I feel at home among the ethereal beings, none more so than the demon who has always popped in and out of my life. He haunts me. He lingers in the shadows of my dark secret as the only source of light. He's the monster hiding in my closet. But I don't mind. After all, the things that go bump in the night don't scare me. There's something far worse out there, and it might be catching up to me.

Xander

She ruined ...