It has been a long time since she visited that place; the cemetery where her teacher's remains lied underground. There was something in there, in that cemetery that pulled her and attracted her. Yet, because of what was happening she allowed herself to be distracted.
{Do you think that a tomb can hold the soul away and help it cross over? This world is such a strange place, Sierra. You cannot predict or control it. But we can try to see through the past and learn from it. There is a truth hidden within each layer of this world.}
She was sitting in her room, completely freaked out. The man kept walking back and forth, his endless mug of coffee in hand waving it each time her eyeballs fell on him.
{Do you even think I am real? Can you tell the difference between reality and the beyond? Can you even say you are sane? You are someone who can't do any of that.}
