I'm back. I've gone to university and I've learned how to write. I admit the chapters are short, I could probably pile them together and make only a few chapters. Of course I have a lot on my plate, I go back to school in a week and I have a job, I also have several other writing projects. So this will get done when it get's done, in little segments at a time. When it's completed I might compile these segments into longer chapters, but until then, have a taste of this magical chapter at the start of a new year.


"Pull yourself together, Kayla," she said, shaking in front of the bathroom mirror. "None of this is real; think of the candy you still have to get." This was hard to watch. "Your dad faced the boogeyman, you can't be scared now. There has to be some way to look fear in the face and say…you…you're not scary."

She's on the right track. I wanted to reach out and say 'that's the spirit, just take what scares you and think of yourself as bigger than it.' How could I tell her that things are only what you make of them? Things may seem scary now, but they will also seem less scary in a different light. I couldn't say anything; I was invisible. If I tried writing on the windows, that might not help, it could feel like 'ghost writing.' I had to do something not so creepy and more playful. I had to let her know she's not alone, and that invisible friends are protecting her.

In the middle of my pondering, I noticed the frost and fog on the windows and it gave me an idea of how Kayla could be a little creative. I thinned the fog so into cubes and puffs; and amongst the frosty ferns I made fairies. I guess being so frightened makes one hyperaware of their surroundings. Kayla noticed the change in the window and turned to look at it sharply. She slowly approached my masterpiece, probably thinking something along the lines of pitch would be there.

"A train?" she said as she touched the pain. "Fairies," she said glancing and poking at the frost.

It was good, but it wasn't enough to highlight the big picture. I knew it would slightly scare her, but I flickered the lights a little. It made her jump, but it was a good moment to spread some fog to the mirrors; I would do frost but it wasn't cold enough. I thinned out that fog so that it would leave an outline of fairies.

"More fairies," said Kayla smiling. "I get it. I don't need to be scared; these are all just fairy tricks."

'Exactly', I thought smiling. She could then tell her friends and then Pitch can't hurt them. So what if she doesn't believe in me, at least I got through to her. Still, usually being believed in means what you do counts.

"What could those fairies get out of us being so scared, huh? We must make some pretty funny faces for them," she giggled. "Would liven up their Halloween. They probably do this all the time." She laughed some more. She's describing me perfectly. "I wonder if Jack knows them."

He does, now go tell your friends there's nothing to fear.

"Wait a minute," she mumbled. "Ema Fay?" Now why did she say that? "Is this…your doing?"

I was in shock. She was talking to me, asking me about my work. She couldn't actually be talking about me right? I didn't even do anything that spectacular; I couldn't have, not for her.

"Did you do the fairies back then too?" She continued. "Maybe you're not just an expression; what if the pictures in things…nature's art…it's you, isn't it?"

"It is," I said quietly. "It is all me." Kayla gasped. Neither of us spoke. She turned to face me, and put a hand over her mouth. We continued in silence, staring at each other. "You can hear me." She nodded. "You can see me can't you," I said starting to get giddy. She smiled wide.

"First believer, huh?" I started crying, and then I ran up and hugged her.

"You see me…you actually see me!" She hugged me back. "I'm so happy right now." I started glowing again.

"Whoa, what's this," she said. I released and calmed down a little.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop." I toned down my glow. "I apparently do that when I'm really happy."

"You can do a lot, can't you?"

"Yeah," I said turning pink.

"You're turning pink now."

"Yeah," I said grinning wildly.

"Wait, cloud shapes, and mirages, and frost flowers, that's all you isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. I do it all. I make all the things people think they see. I make those pictures in their heads." I booped her noggin and she giggled.

"So are you making all of this?" she asked, gesturing the atmosphere.

"No," I said. "I only make pictures. Someone else is making you scared."

"I think I know who," said Kayla. "He's back isn't he?"

"Yeah," I said. "He is, and he's not a fan of me at the moment. He asked me to join him; I said no, the whole shebang. I like this place a lot, so he's striking here first."

"The Bathroom?" I was no longer pink.

"No, Berwick. I also learned he's coming after you, so I need to protect you."

"Me," she said a little scared. "He's still not happy with my dad for beating him, is he?"

"Or Jack for that matter," I added.

"What are we going to do?"

"It's going to be easier now that you can see me, but first things first, we need to get you back to your friends and make sure they are okay."

"Wait, how are we going to get my friends to see you?"

"Does it matter? Also with everything going on, it might not take that long."

"Good point."

"Come on," I opened the door for her, smiling a little as I did so.

How does it feel to finally be believed in? Well, when living on the mortal plane but being unable to be seen you might as well be a ghost. If someone from that plane can see you and interact with you, it makes you feel more alive. Not only that, but they believe in you, which means that they trust in what they're told you can do. I was being relied on again, which means someone trusted that I could do what it took to take care of them, and that I could fix things. It felt good to be trusted.


Hope you enjoyed my chapter. Until I see you guys next time!-Admiring