Telling scary stories around a campfire with friends, or simply reading books about ghosts and paranormal experiences, it quickly became his life. One...myth in particular always piqued his interest. It was the story of a ghostly lover, who would appear floating through a window in sheer white robes, slowly killing its victim with passion and desire. The eroticism always got to him, and many nights he lay in bed, with the window open, hoping against hope, that one night, this lovely vision would. It stood empty, which may have helped. The previous owners hadn't kept their mark on it so much. It was like a vacuum to be filled by you. You remember the yard?"Melissa chuckled. "What a mess. It's great though because you saved a ton of money, I'm sure." And you immediately resodded and created a flower bed for pansies and daffodils and planted the lilac bush by the entrance so it smelled so sweet when it bloomed as you stepped outside." And our little white birch tree. How I wanted to watch. I started in disbelief at her, as she rolled onto her tummy and surveyed the men closing in, she looked at me as she donned her sunglasses, 'We are the only two women on the beach today', she commented, I looked back at her, 'You suggested today, you said it was more action', she smiled, 'I know mummy, and I was telling the truth, look around you', and at that she turned onto her back and propped herself up, watching the men creep closer, stroking themselves for her viewing pleasure, and. ”“What’s in it?”“I dunno, I didn’t even look at it yet.”Cameron reached in his jeans and pulled out the small notebook. The cover was bent but it looked intact. He opened to the middle and squinted.“I think it’s an address book. There’s some names and phone numbers, and then there’s some names and weird symbols.”Raven’s mind raced. “Ben’s personal address book? Are those other wizards?”“Looks like it. There’s like a hundred names in here at least.”“So there’s more out there.” Raven stared into.