Mon, 13 October 2008 I would not characterize myself as a lothario, but I’ve had dealings with members of the fairer sex in my time. While most of them seemed agreeable, a few of them were quite the opposite. Perhaps the most hateful female I ever met was a girl by the name of Esther. From the moment I laid eyes on her, it was clear that Esther had the mind of a demon and no heart at all. Of course, I fell madly in love with her, and while my traitorous heart and ill-fated love affair are no topic for a ghost story, they did bring me as close to a personal experience with the supernatural as I believe I’ve ever been. Comments[0] |
