How It All Began
The Johnson family had always belonged to Fright Wood. Not in the way people belong to a town, but in the way a shadow belongs to whatever casts it.
Kyle Johnson was born under a Full Blood moon in a house that creaked like it was alive. Kyle’s mother had said she always had eyes that looked as though she could see the unknown and that her gazes would look as though she was searching for something, not searching for light, but for something else entirely.
Her grandmother, Mia Johnson, had been a quiet woman herself. She also had a keen and unusual sight, but was also known to read cards for anyone who wanted a glimpse into their past, present, and or futures.
When Kyle was seven, Mia told her that some people hear God in thunder and rain, but the Johnsons heard something deeper.
Something buried.
“Never visit the graves,” Mia warned.
“They whisper back.”
After her grandmother’s death, the whispers began in earnest and her sight started to unfold. It’s as though Mia passed over all her extramundane abilities over to Kyle at death.
At first, the voices were faint, like wind caught in a bottle. Her visions began to come through her dreams when she was fast asleep and awake.
In the beginning her visions and the voices were just hodgepodge. Until they started to make sense and she could make out dates, faces, she could feel the presence of the unseen, and make out full stories from past events that were being shown to her.
When Kyle mentioned this to her parents, her mother only said.
“You have your grandmother’s gift of sight. But don’t use it. Not here. It’s not safe.”
