Every Ghost Has A Story.
I was going to find that out the hard way. I should have known the second Apollo's sixth Sibyl tricked me into taking her place that my life was going to be hell after that.
It was easier to convince myself I'd gone crazy. Hell, I'd signed up to be on television. That was the first clue my head was screwed up. The second?
When I started seeing ghosts in the mirrors. Spirits who told me their horrible tales. Or like the one I faced on my first episode who slit my damn throat. Just as hers had been.
For better or worse, I was now a messenger of the dead thanks to a greek god I couldn't believe actually existed. I had two choices. Succeed or relinquish this crazy life to someone else.
And in the process, lose my own.