anupamas

GHOST HUNTER I found myself in bed again trying to fall asleep for the hundredth time. Sleep abandoned me. When you overwork your body rebels in strange ways. Sleep won't come when you want, when it does something happens in the real world that touches the realm of supernatural and disturbs the peace out of your slumber. I could feel a breeze slowly finding its way towards me, a slight flicker of the candle light, a small rumble of scattered papers, a slow music of the wind singer, a smell of wet soil, did it rain? It was a soothing breeze, beckoning me to some unknown realm of consciousness. I would have happily given in but I long since l