The Ghost Captor

She was taken, taken from everything she loved. Away from everything that mattered to her. And it's all because of the ghosts...


1. Captured

They took me. They took me away from my family, my friends, my life. They had no tracks to cover, no fingerprints to trace. All that was left as evidence that I had gone was my empty bed on the morning of Saturday the fourteenth. Everything I had was torn from me as my life fell to pieces, and all because of my captors. My paranormal, supernatural captors.

They lifted me from my bedsheets on the evening of Friday the thirteenth, a typical cliché, of course. I remember a sharp pain on my temple before darkness invaded my vision and everything faded away...  

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