Tag Archives: Personal Demons

I’m nine, and I’m at an amusement park near my house. It’s gotten dark and I know this ride will be the last one of the night, but there’s hardly any line for the ferris wheel and I run up. … Continue reading →

“What? Who’re you?” Confused as I was, I didn’t even remember that I’d locked the bathroom door. There was no way the person staring at me could have gotten in. “You may call me Sariel.” “Why are you here? What … Continue reading →