Chapter 2: The Witch and the Occultist - Page 4

“I wonder why the world hasn’t see these things before.”

“Maybe they’re really good at hiding. Or maybe they’ve been living among us for all this time and they have learn how to adapt.” I reasoned as we made it to the second floor. Katie looked at me, gesturing if I was ready. I nodded reluctantly as she cracked the door slightly, big enough for the both of use to look through. At first glance, we saw nothing…just another long hallway with bookshelves lining the wall. Katie slowly opened the door and we continued our spooky walk down the hall.

“But with the eve of smartphones, mounted cameras, motion sensors…you would think we would have caught and documented something by now…” She said to me as she stopped randomly at a classroom door. We both peeked through the tiny window to see…!


“Like I said…maybe they just got really go at hiding.”

“But that suggest that these things are learning, adapting, evolving…” Katie said as I looked down at my sleeve, right were my wand was hiding.

“That could be true. For all we know, they really are living among us and we just don’t know it." 



“Would you tell me if you were a ghost or had magical powers?”

“…no.” I calmly said to her. She stopped and turned around to look at me. We made eye contact and her expression when from her usual happy-go-lucky face to one of genuine respect.

“…and I don’t expect it any other way. Ghost, espers, and magical beings have a title to uphold: to guard that secret to the very end.

“Then why are you trying to expose their secret?” I asked her as she looked forward and started walking down the hallway.

“…because I want to know for certain that what happen in the past wasn’t a fluke.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My life was saved when I was little. Terrible multiple car pileup. People say it was a miracle that I survived, but witnesses and onlookers were skeptical that ‘miracles’ can defy ‘reality’.”

“Wait…what do you mean by that?”

“I’m the only survivor of that car crash. No broken bones, no cuts, no bruises. I walked away from that accident perfectly unscathed. However…” She stopped in her tracks. “Mom…Dad…and everyone else…”

“…I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know…”

“But you know what the kicker is…?” She asked as I saw her body start to turn around. I expected her to be teary-eyed, ready to cry at any moment for making her remember such a terrible moment in her life.


…she was smiling.

“…I don’t remember any of it.”

The End

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