“I mean no insult, Professor–you’ve got a swell museum going on here–but there are no such things as ghosts,” Sam said. “Sure of that, are you?” Will turned to them. The firelight cast his face in shadows. “There are doorways between this world and the world of the supernatural. Ghosts. Demonic entities. The unexplained and undefined. The mysterious. I’ve whole books and archives dedicated to it.” “But those are just stories people tell,” Evie said. The headache was spreading out behind her eyes. “There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Non-sense–words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions–words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.” Will grabbed the sheaf of newspaper clippings he kept in a stack on his desk. “This, and these”—he gestured to the library’s teeming shelves—“they’re a testament to the country’s rich supernatural history.”

While it is always best to believe in oneself, a little help from others can be a great blessing.