I’m an occultist living in a haunted brownstone. I want to tell you, dear strangers, why I’m here and what I encountered. The three-winged pigeon. My cynical doppelganger. The loneliness and marvels and confusions of the house.And most importantly the ghost living in my bedroom.She was everything I’d hoped to find, but she was secretive and lost in her sad, hopeless limbo. I helped her with experiments, rituals, and spells until I realized if they worked—if we succeeded—I would lose her.