Crispin Bartlow

Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

There’s a reason the Goddards can’t see us. It’s hard to explain if you’re not dead. We call it a veiling, but its real name is stranger.

The game is to pull one person through the veiling, just a little. That way, they can see us, when we want to be seen, but otherwise we stay hidden. Julianne was almost there.

But goddamn Ben. With his poems and stupid, fucking, flowers. I’m ready to give her that little tug, and he reaches out of nowhere and.

Fuck me running. The whole thing is collapsing.