This time, it was open. And sitting beside it was a small, ornate key made of what looked like polished bone. It hummed faintly when he touched it, a low vibration that traveled up his arm and settled behind his ribs.
He dreamed of a girl with hair like spilled ink, standing in a field of silver grass under a moon that was too large, too close. She was crying. But her tears turned into tiny, shimmering birds that flew directly into his chest. Pure Harem - Paranormalia -Prologue- By Cyansun
The envelope was back on his kitchen table. This time, it was open
The shadows in the hallway stepped forward. He dreamed of a girl with hair like
Until the letter arrived.
"Let me guess," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're not here to fix my plumbing."