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she said. "Thanks." "Seriously, Brynn. What's going on?" I told her about the dreams. The forest. The eyes. The voice. Farrah's face went pale. "That's not a normal nightmare," she said. "That's a psychic attack. Someone is reaching into your mind." "Who?" "I don't know. But someone powerful." She lowered her voice. "There are wolves who can do that. Old families. Dark bloodlines. The kind that worship the Blood Moon."

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.

"And what kind are you?" His expression remains neutral. "I'm a Psychic. Not particularly powerful, but with enough ability to shield my thoughts and sense certain emotions." A lie. My newfound sight tells me he has no supernatural signature at all. If he were truly a Psychic, I should see something—a tell, an aura, some kind of energetic presence. "And are there others here? At the college?" I ask, keeping my face carefully blank. "A few," he admits. "We try to place protectors in institutions where young supernaturals might emerge. The transition can be... volatile."

He was abruptly interrupted. "I know what a parapsychologist is, thank you. The study of the unknown," Vivian interjected, displaying her knowledge. The British man smiled, his eyes fixed on Vivian. "Of course you do. Well, you see, I believe so much in the existence of the supernatural world and its incredible creatures like werewolves and vampires. But I haven't been fortunate enough to come across one before. Anyone who has encountered them must be really special," he said, his voice filled with longing.

Moonlight Mystics & Charms. Interesting. It wasn’t gaudy like the rest lining the road. The front window displayed crystals and protective symbols, and a sign advertised the services of a psychic. Skeptical but curious, I jogged across the pavement. Humans loved to scam each other with fake magic they didn’t understand. Charlatans posed as psychics for a quick buck, pretending to speak with the dead while never noticing the real magic around them. But as I got closer, I felt the magic emanating from the store. Static buzzed through the air, a continuous hum that only other supernaturals could perceive. I’d been around Tobias enough to recognize the real deal.

"Hahaha! What can you do to me? You can't handle a low spirit like that woman, but you wanted to banish me from this place?!" Suddenly, the incubus fly towards him and in a blink of an eye, he already stand an inch in front of Alka and whispered on Alka's ear, "You're just a psychic, who invites spirits and demons like us to get to you. But I'm not greedy to take over your body and soul for myself." Alka pushed Lascivia away, "So you think I'm weak to throw you out?" "Aren't you?" Lascivia snapped his finger and Alka can't move a finger at all in an instant.

She could hear the concern in Kat's voice when she spoke, "what's happening? Lyra talk to me." Lyra inhaled, gnashing her teeth in dismay, "I keep having these dreams, something keeps calling to me. I do things out of the normal that I end up not remembering. I feel myself changing Kat, something is taking over me." She exhaled heavily after her rantings. "Whatever it is have you tried seeing a psychologist?" Lyra let out another stream of sobs, "these has nothing to do with a psychologist Katherine, it's dark and evil and I can feel it. These are things of the spirit. Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you believe in magic?"

But she still listened in, while awaiting the verdict of the boss of the clique, whose nostrils were already flaring in anger at her earlier statement. "Well, they seem to possess supernatural abilities, although no one could testify to that though. They just have this dark aura, and the knack to make someone or something disappear, especially if the person had entered their black book knowingly or unknowingly." "Hmm, I think there are others like them though. Although, theirs are subdued." "Honestly, I don't believe in this shit. They are just rich kids with money power. And you know that money can do everything, including making someone to disappear.

Livia recited. He sent her an approving smile. "What they retain becomes susceptible to collective human influence. They begin to change, physically, to reflect human beliefs about supernatural beings. Demons become ‘vampires,’ as you call them." Livia gave him wide eyes. "Whoa. That’s some quantum entanglement shit, right there. So, which supernatural is strongest?"

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.