November 10, 2015

“I thought I saw the family ghost come sliding across the ceiling. The family ghost was like a spreading stain. It began in a far corner, then grew until the entire ceiling was covered and on the verge of dripping. The family ghost was above my head. I looked up, then away. I felt the family ghost looming. The room was dark but the family ghost was darker. The family ghost stayed on the ceiling for some time, its head dropped back so that it could look at me, and every so often, it exhaled, and the sound was like wind. The air it made rattled and groaned. The family ghost slid across the ceiling.”


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