Chapter Five: The Rift
I couldn't ignore the signs anymore.
The jacket that kept reappearing. The scent of Parker's cologne in hallways no one had walked. The way my phone would ring at 2:14 a.m.—but when I answered, there was only silence.
At first I thought I was losing my mind.
Then I started to believe something else: he was trying to tell me something.
But what?
I began researching dreams, hauntings, grief hallucinations. And stumbled on a theory: thin spaces—moments or places where the boundary between worlds wears thin.
Parker's room felt like that.
One night, I stood in the middle of it and whispered, "If you're still here... if you want me to find something... show me."
The window blew open. The curtains twisted like arms.
And then—I saw it. A glimmer. A light that wasn't light. It shimmered in the corner, and when I reached out, my hand passed through air... and touched something cold.
The veil is thinning, something whispered in my head.
And that's when the dreams changed.