Meraki

You can play this song as you read the story if you like. I find that the feel of the music ties in well with the words. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XaL7iOHA5I 
The church bell boomed ominously through the Scottish town. Olivia walked towards the large structure of stone. It was emitting nostalgia as if still bound in the medieval era it was built in. 
 Stepping inside, her visual field switched from a dull graveyard to a ghostly cathedral similar to slides transitioning in a power point presentation. 
 The high ceilings made her perspective spin. She raised her eyebrows to take in the pictorial stories captured by the glass windows. Endless rows of chocolate brown seats ran along either side of the wine shaded carpet. 
 It was eerie to be alone in here. Olivia felt as though she was simultaneously alone and surrounded by invisible people. 
 She could sense the history within the walls. And she could tell something was about to happen. 
 Her predictio...