As I look out of my bedroom window

I see the chaos that's calling me

So the wind blows wherever it will go

It's all too much for me

- The Pretty Reckless

This town knew the pain of loss. They knew it so well that heartbreak ran through the very veins of Sachem Bay, imprinted securely in their identity, reminding them that they owned nothing. A town cursed to spiritual communism, in which any child or loved one could be taken away and never seen again. Of course, the people would forget after a few years, take down their guard and believe the high tide is over, until their child is ripped from their home and into oblivion. This town was a ghost town, and not just in the literal sense. For Shari, Sachem Bay was the place darkness could only grow, and she never forgot the truth of what lurked there.

Shari would often think back to the exorcism they performed at the age of 18, a decade ago. They were all there, Shari, Scott, Prue Harris, Diana Jet and Logan Ledger, each stood in the large clearing in the centre of Secular Woods, each holding a large candle, except for Justin Wainwright (Father Justin), who was holding a large cross.

She remembered Justin reading some exorcism line from the Bible, a prayer beforehand and how the candles lit into a powerful flame, a strong wind blowing around them and she remembered how the flame was defiant against the force of the wind. The rest only came to her in flashes, she wasn't sure what happened those ten years ago, but she remembered the darkness, the shadows and how cold she felt. The unknown entity was weakened from the exorcism, but not entirely vanquished - Justin fell weak into a state of unconsciousness, just enough to shatter the evil.

And for the past ten years, it seemed the entity pieced itself back together, bit by bit, reforming it's shattered form. And yet, Shari knew the rules of the Other Side. Only three types of people could see ghosts. Children, for being so fresh to this world had weaker conscience, therefore were more perceptible to influence from darker beings. The second type of people who could also see ghosts were those who had stepped onto the astral plane - also known as the Other Side. The atmosphere of the astral world had imprinted on those who had experienced the Other Side, and therefore they could see through the wall to the astral plane. The third type of people to be able to see through the glass of the ghost world, was born Mediums - those with the natural power to see ghosts, and bring them forth through a calling.

It was this information that Shari discovered through Father Justin, ten years ago. And Shari was one of those who had stepped on to the astral plane - she was therefore able to see the physical spirits.

As Shari sat on the porch, staring into the trees in the midday sunshine on Wednesday 23rd of May, she thought back to the time she stepped on to the astral plane for the first time.

She had recently turned eighteen, and the exorcism had taken place, Justin Wainwright had collapsed into a state of unconsciousness. The candles had extinguished, leaving Shari feeling sick and dizzy. She felt a pull from the inside, hard and painful. With an exasperating sigh, Shari fell to the floor.

And when she awoke, she was somewhere else. Funnily, it was the exact same location, but the atmosphere was a sepia grey colour and there was a heavy wind blowing as if a small hurricane was approaching. Everywhere was deserted, as if abandoned for many years.

And Shari saw It. The darkness, the shadows circling, cowering into the trees. It was a small shattered segment of the entity they had recently vanquished, weakened and pathetic.

"Shari." A young girl's voice said. Shari turned to see a version of her younger self, around the age of five. And then she realised - it was Sadie.

"Oh my God!" Shari cried out, running towards her twin sister.

She embraced her sister tightly, tears pouring out of her eyes. Sadie Davenport smiled sweetly, patting her sister's hair.

"Shari, what are you doing here?" Sadie asked. "You're not dead - I don't understand? It's not safe here."

"No..." Said Shari. "I'm not dead. We've just vanquished your murderer. Well - we shattered him, he's weak and cut into a thousand pieces."

Sadie's little face lit up. "You did it. He can't hurt me anymore!"

Shari smiled, trying not to let anymore tears fall. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too. It's funny to see what I would look like as a grown-up." Sadie laughed.

Shari rolled her eyes. "You've always been the prettier one."

And then Shari felt the tug again.

"You have to go." Said Sadie, urgently. "Or you'll have to stay here."

"I don't mind staying here, I want to. With you..."

"No." Sadie's tiny voice demanded. "Go."

And the next second, Shari awoke on the grass, choking on her air, Prue Harris leaning over her.

"It's over, Shari. It's finally over." Prue said, grinning widely.

Shari let out a laugh of relief. It was.

Shari sat, staring into the trees, feeling cold despite the hot sun. It wasn't over, Shari knew that now. It was only just beginning.

Shari didn't hear anything from Father Justin for a few days. She spent a lot of her time at the hospital, visiting Gracie and spending time with Logan and Diana, just like the old times.

She finally heard word from Justin on Friday - he called her to the church for a meeting. That Friday at 1PM, she parked outside of the church and made her way across the parking lot, feeling as if she was being watched. Shaking away the jittery feelings, Shari entered through the double doors of the church to find a company of people already there.

Father Justin was stood at the centre, accompanied by her brother Scott Davenport, Logan Ledger, Diana Jet and Prue Rivers. Scott had brought along Gia.

"What is this?" Shari asked, walking down the aisle.

"I'm getting the old team back together." Justin said, with a smile.

"We're not the Ghostbusters, Justin." Shari replied, joining them at the chapel.

"I'm here because I need this... Thing gone. I have a three year old to protect." Prue said, her face was pale and Shari noticed her hand was shaking.

"We all have our reasons." Scott said solemnly, with a sure nod.

"This brings me back to the time Justin would sneak out of his bedroom window at night to see Shari." Diana said with a wink.

Justin ignored her, having hoped Shari had forgotten about his undying love for her, the love Shari never really returned in the same way.

Shari gave Diana a discrete smile and straightened her face quickly before Justin saw it.

"What's the plan?" Logan asked curiously, biting away at a pen from his pocket.

"I've been trying to contact Jenny Cooper. She's been publishing journals on Sachem Bay, but it seems she does not have any contact details." Justin explained slowly. "I have no idea if she actually lives in Sachem Bay or not."

"Then we will find her. However long it takes." Gia said, giving herself a nod of assurance.

Prue sighed. "However long it takes? We don't have that long! My son could be taken at any moment-"

Prue noticed Gia's sadness take over her face, and immediately thought of Gracie, who had already become victim.

"Sorry," Prue said to Scott and Gia. "That was inconsiderate of me."

Gia nodded understandably and gave Prue a comforting smile.

It seemed they all shared the same pain.