The Stain is a supernatural Horror novel. It centers around a young adult female named Ava, with spirits constantly invading her every day life. She befriends a mysterious spirit named Silas and becomes overly involved in the spirit world.

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The Stain - Chapter Five

The one thing that always bothered me is how you explained things. Everything was on a "need to know" level. You basically told me what you thought I needed to know and everything else was secretive or something you'd explain "in time." I was getting more and more nervous and started to wish that I hadn't started speaking to you in the first place. You said things so bluntly it freaked me out. You explained more about my "gifts" as you called them, which was telekinesis and pyrokinesis. I was completely unaware I even had these abilities, I kept thinking when things would fly off the walls and small fires started in my old apartments it was

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The Stain - Chapter Four

Over the following weeks, I no longer feared your visits, no longer was frightened when I saw you in my bedroom at night - instead I felt kind of safe. I still didn't completely trust you, you were a strange person. Or whatever the hell you are. You lacked emotions, or at least didn't express them and that made me uneasy at times. The blank, vacant look on your face never seemed to fall, glazed grey eyes staring at me like a empty, bottomless pit. You were very secretive, did not want to talk about much at all. You seemed uncomfortable talking about the afterlife, and almost became angry anytime I asked you about yourself. Most of our tim

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The Stain - Chapter Three

After the strange and bloody awakening, I refused to allow myself to sleep. A week had gone by and I pretty much lived on Coffee and Energy Drinks. Downing them one after another. I didn't know what happened, I couldn't remember how I got there or how the blood ended up on my hands or worse, who's blood it was and what had happened to them. What I did to them. Possession never crossed my mind before I started seeing the visitors. I thought all that shit was just crazy talk from people who belonged in the loony bin. And for a while after I started seeing these people that no one else could, I believed I was one of those wackjobs that belonged

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The Stain - Chapter Two

I closed my bedroom door, flipping off the light and getting under the covers. My body ached from the long day and the lack of sleep from the nights before. I hated sleeping, the whole act of bed time was a battle. Trying to sleep knowing I was being watched from the shadows, hearing the footsteps in the hall, the door creek open. Falling asleep to enter a void, where voices called out to me. Some for help, others for control. I woke up sometime after two am, jumping when I saw you sitting on the edge of my bed like every damn night. You turned to look at me with those blank eyes. The hood hid most of your face from view, the burn scars sti

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The Stain - Chapter One

Night time was always the most anxious time for me, all my fucking life. I could never decide which was better, sleeping with the light on or sleeping with it off. The darkness was frightening because I did not know what could be there. I could hear footsteps, heavy breathing, sometimes the sinister sound of snickering but the darkness provided a cover for the monsters. They could hide in the shadows and I always felt like at any moment I'd be dragged out of bed and sucked down to Hell. However, with the lights off at least I couldn't actually see the figures. I didn't have to look at their maimed faces, I didn't have to meet their demonic

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The Stain - Prologue

I saw the way people looked at me. Like I was some kind of freak. Growing up, I was referred to as many things - mostly ether scars or "That possessed chick." Most people didn't bother with me, didn't pay any fucking attention to me. Just gave me that look - all of them gave me that look. A mix of pity, disgust, and/or fear. Some were kind enough to talk to me only to be met by a blank stare and soon finding out my dark secrets and would leave like all the rest. And once I got home, my room which was supposed to be my safe place, felt dangerous when night fell because once the clock struck midnight and the moon hung in the center of the sky