It's been a year now since my grandmothers death. But to me, it feels like only yesterday. I miss her so much. She was the only person that knew what I was going through, and now she's gone... I don't know what to do without her. She's the only person that knew about my ability. Every since I was a kids, I've had the ability to seem ghost and small demons. They're everywhere but apparently I'm the only one that can see them. Now that my grandmother pasted, I've been seeing them more often. It worries me a little, but I try not to let it get to my head. Before my grandmother died, she gave me thing strange book that I've never seen before.

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  On the cover of the book was a drawing of a dream catcher. The book seemed very old with a dusty cover and some of the pages had rips in them. I never even read it. I slid it under my bed and left it there for about two weeks. Right after she died, I started to feel like something was attracting me to the book. I would stare at my bed and feel some strange aure coming from under. I needed to have a look. So I slowly looked under my bed and there the books was, laying there with a bright yellow glow. I picked the book up and had an unease feeling. I s took a deep breathe and opened the book. Everything turned pitch.