Celestine was born different. From a young age, she felt unseen by the world, her only companion the quiet corners of her home and the shadows she whispered to. While her sister blended effortlessly with others, Celestine’s life was solitary, her childhood marked by a sense of being watched and followed.

One late afternoon by the river, she sees a pale woman standing across the bank, staring at her with an unnerving stillness. At first, it seems like a strange coincidence — but the woman doesn’t disappear, and soon her presence begins to invade Celestine’s life.

Shadows linger, strange shapes appear at the edge of her vision, and an unexplainable fear grips her. When the pale woman appears at her window — and inside her room — Celestine realizes that someone, or something, is watching her, waiting.

In a world where the line between the living and the unseen is thin, Celestine’s ordinary life unravels. The forces around her are both terrifying and mysterious, and she must confront the unknown before it consumes her.

Silent Healer is a chilling tale of fear, the unseen, and the first steps of a young woman’s journey into a world of supernatural mysteries.

Her mother's voice cut through the air, sharp enough to snap her out of her trance. Celestine jerked back from the window, heart racing.


She glanced outside again — the shadow was gone. Just an empty yard, the fading light slipping between the trees like nothing had happened.


She went downstairs, trying to look normal. Her mom was already setting the table for dinner, the smell of garlic and soy sauce filling the air.


"You okay?" her mother asked, giving her a quick look. "You seem… off. Is this about what you told me earlier?"


Celestine stayed quiet, just grabbing plates from the cupboard.


Her mother shook her head, half-smiling. "You know why you're seeing things? Because you and Lianne watch too many horror movies. That fear gets stuck in your head and—poof—it shows up in real life."


Celestine forced a small laugh, but inside her chest it felt heavy. This wasn't from a movie. She knew it.


By the time dinner ended, she felt dizzy. Her head was warm, her legs weak. She went upstairs, washed up, and collapsed into bed.


When she woke up again, the room was dark. Her skin felt damp, and her body was burning. Fever.


She dragged herself downstairs, the silence so thick she could hear the fridge humming in the kitchen. Only the kitchen light was on.


She opened the fridge, grabbed the milk carton, and that's when she froze.


Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and there — six steps away — stood the shadow.


Not moving. Not blinking. Just watching her.


She looked back at the milk, pretending she didn't see it, but in her peripheral vision, it stayed there.


Then the shadow shifted — its body tilting low, as if it was about to crawl under the table between them.


The word barely made it past her lips before the kitchen light flickered.


From upstairs, her mother's hurried footsteps pounded against the wooden floor.


Her mom appeared in the doorway, eyes wide. Celestine's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the cold tile.


Her mother rushed to her side, hands gripping her shoulders. She gasped at the heat radiating from Celestine's skin.


Celestine tried to speak, but her vision was already fading, the last thing she saw was the shadow — still there, standing perfectly still behind her mother.


Chapter 2 – Six Steps Away