Letters from the Dead pt. 15

I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to call someone. 

I needed help.  I needed people who knew about this stuff.

Part of my mind wanted to just believe it was a sick prank, but deep down I knew. 

Cherish, or some… thing pretending to be Cherish, was sending me letters. 

I had been through my own little run in with demonic forces almost a year ago. 

I still had the card from the people who had helped me. 

I didn’t need that card, though.

I knew them.  I called them friends. 

I scrolled through my contacts, and there was a familiar name.

There was a name that would know what the hell to do, or at least find out what the hell was doing this to me.

I called Ashtyn.