Lets turn this cruel world around.

This is an old one – pre 2000! I was a teenager at the time.

Before you step over to the other side, always take heed to look before you leap.

I cannot imagine the heartache of having a loved one go missing or disappear, you would never get closure.

A sad poem.

I have seen first hand via a job how real and destructive an addiction can be.

As unpleasant as it is, hate is natural human emotion.

There is a God shaped void inside of me and if I try to fill it with anything else but him, my soul will always be starving. Jesus is all I need. Take all of me ‘til there’s nothing left but you.

The story describes the events leading up to Moaning Myrtle’s death. It also follows her journey through the void between life and death where she has to make a decision to move on or return to earth as a ghost.

Those who can’t reach the light will always be wandering in this world.