*Legend says that the pounding of one’s heart is the echo of a ghost trying to break its way out. They always make it through eventually. The question is when will it happen to you?*   Thump-thump thump-thump My heart races as I turn the corner of the dark street. I place a hand on ...

A cold gust of wintry wind hit my face. The snow had not yet begun to fall. Autumn leaves crackled under my feet giving the illusion that ice was shattering. I bundled myself up tucking my hands in the pockets of my trench coat. I was cursing every higher power in the universe, “Why the ...