16 Old Ghosts

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April 30th, 2017

Dear Moriah,

If you're reading this, I am already dead.

But do not fret, my dear, for I am as close to you as the very breath in your lungs. As close as the murmur in your throat.

I apologize we never had the pleasure of placing eyes on one another in person, but believe me when I say, you are a very beautiful girl.

Harry Fink, a fine man and even finer investigator, gathered information for me since I'm old and don't know much about the inter-web. He flew out to the City of Angels (such an appropriate name considering my beautiful nieces reside there) and sent heartbreaking news back to me.

I am sorry that your father has abandoned you for his addiction. And I wish your mother didn't rely on you to save the day so often; I know it must be a toll on you.

Most of all, I sincerely regret not reaching out to you directly after Mercy's murder. But once I explain everything, you'll understand why it was best that I keep you in the dark for as long as possible.

You see, if I could hide you in shadows, the Colbys would never have the chance to turn you over to their greedy god. If you are with Robert Thatcher and reading this, The Colbys not only know you exist, they know you're my kin.

We are Whisperers, dear. It's a
Gift that was passed down from my great-grandma to her daughter to her daughters and then to me. My twin sister, your mother's mother, never subscribed to it. She called it voodoo and was vehemently opposed. Which is why she kept you all a secret from me. My dear sister was afraid that I'd rub off on her daughter.

I know the pain of loss. Much like you do. My sister turned her back on me and from what I've heard, gave up on her own daughter. Your mother was always too much, too wild to tame, for my sister. Last I read, your grandmother died ten years ago. I am not sure if you knew this.

From what Mercy tells me, you're a lot like me: stubborn, brave, and willing to fight tooth and nail for family. She wishes you wouldn't blame yourself for her death. She says she's willing to help you.

All you have to do is ask.

I never had the opportunity to bring forth life. I'm afraid death has kept me preoccupied.


May 13th, 2017

Dear Moriah,

I did a little Whispering this morning. Saw something cloudy and black, like a drift of smoke, raise itself high into the sky over my house.

I formed a pet. Decided to call him Azrael and I told him to travel. To fly far away from the blood-drenched dirt of Pachuck. Told it to head to the City of Angels to take out that man that preyed on you.

Don't fret. I've sent something to that Ethan Morales. I promise you he won't see the morning of his trial. He'll be dead long before that.


July 11th, 2017

Dearest Moriah,

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