mindy rogers

Ah. Back inside the library. The same books from last time comforted her here, in a more comfortable spot among the fiction novels. The smells of vanilla and peppermint, and soft paper against her fingertips, lulled her into a sense of security. While, no, she was not checking out books on her...

As dusk approached outside, Mindy Rogers was inside the city library conducting her own research to unravel local mysteries of which are of great abundance on this this island. On a lonely wooden table did she sit, reading an enchanted tome about various hypothesis on how ghosts can come into...

Funerals are usually a time of sadness, mourning and just general despair. It is a time where people, friends and family come together to mourn for their lost and reflect over their lost one's life. Yet here we are outside at the graveyard, no one mourning, no sadness, no despair. But there...