Peero007

    "Oy' mate, this 'ere house is a great buy, beautiful view of the river and woods at the back, they say it's haunted, but I got a team of paranormal fighters to clean the place out, and they saw nothing." the realtor explained in his Irish accent.  "Haunted? I don't do fantasy stories" I chuckled and collected the keys from him. "Ah! You're the man, if you need anything, put a call through" the realtor said and retreated hurriedly.  "Hey mate, who's that wom-" but the realtor had sped off. "weird Irish people". I looked back at the next house across the lawn where a woman sat in a rocker, and thought to go introduce myself as the new neighbor, but when I looked up again, the chair was empty. I went into my new house feeling like a champ without a care in the world. I was expecting to find the home empty and dusty, but was shocked to find it furnished. I put a call through to the realtor.  "Oy' Hullo&q

  My Dead Girlfriend The deadline to getting my presentation ready for an environmental ‘Plant a Tree’ AD campaign was just a few days away, and I had no idea what to prepare for the presentation – “Perhaps I should sit this one out, and allow others handle it” I thought to myself. “Sifu, you do remember we are counting on you, yeah? deadline’s around the corner and we ain’t heard or seen anything from you” one of my team members said as he walked by my cubicle. “Damn! I couldn’t let my team down” . It was Friday, I told myself that whatever it took, I would come up with something over the weekend. “yeah I got you man” I answered, and continued packing my bag, in anticipation for the next 5 minutes when it would be 5pm and time to head home. When it was time to clock off, I picked my bag and headed to the car park. “hey are you joining us for a drink at the bar down the road? They just added karaoke too” A colleague asked another. “You bet I’m in!” Another colleague answered

I was a freelance photographer, freelance portrait artist, freelance writer, and a professional gamer. Well, I was actually rolling in money, but still lived a private and secluded life, loved by many, friend to none, and it just had to be that way if I still wanted to cohabit peacefully with others. I was born with a curse, one that some call a ‘unique gift’, where the normal human sense would pick up the strange smell of burning rubber and sulphur in unusual places, I could see the demon itself, yeah! I could see and hear angels, demons, and ghosts, the good thing about it all, was that for some unknown reason, I was untouchable by these things, and I had grown so used to seeing them every second, that it no longer bothered me. If people knew just what was happening in the spiritual realm, and the demons some people walked with, they would be more conscious and deliberate with their actions. As a child, I thought seeing things was a natural thing for everybody, but I grew up