My friends, I know that many of you have a hard time believing in the supernatural because

it never touched your life.

I will accept your skepticism when I tell you about the powers I was born with and a journey

it's led me on.

Often I found myself somewhere that I do not belong, surrounded by people that remind

me of the worst about humanity.

Esther Springs was worse than most.

Here a devout group of Christians turned from their values and search of miracles they

felt they deserved.

Their selfishness blackened their hearts.

But I soon found out there was more to this story.

The secret that the town was hiding, they would unravel everything.

A holiday horror that has made me request everything I thought I knew about our hearts, our

free will, and our very existence on this planet.

Which you may wish to suspend your disbelief about this discovery for your sanity.

And if so, I understand.

Mine left me probably long ago.

Only truth keeps me alive.

The fourth incident.

The burning basement holly.

Stepping into the dark narrow stairwell that led to the banquet hall basement sent a

seal on my spine.

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