Tragedy, that was all Ghastly Spells had never known, isolation, grief, and pain. He had no one to confine to, know one at all to see the agony he was in, no one to care... That had been his life. But for whatever reason... He never felt truly alone, despite the seclusion of his home, despite the deep silence he was surrounded by daily, he always felt as though an entity lingered with him, watching him, the thought occupied his mind almost constantly. But he never had any proof, surely it was just another trick his mind played, right? He was all alone, as he had been for as long as he could remember...

If only he knew how wrong he was...