The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.
They were always there, though I was the only one to see them, much less communicate. My grandmother told me it was a gift. Experience has shown me it’s the opposite.
Spirits are everywhere, as anyone who sees them will tell you. Sometimes they are only fragments, a piece of somebody that somehow was left behind. Other times a spirit is a whole being, an entire personality—albeit one without a body.
When the spirit is whole, there is always a reason. No living thing would ever choose to be trapped between worlds. Their sole purpose is to carry a message to the living.
The spirits of Miners Hill were there before the first board of the town was laid. They were there before the Indians walked the unmolested earth.
In all that time nobody has ever listened.
From Monday’s Finish The Story