November 16, 2015

“The family ghost cried. It wailed from just outside my room. The family ghost often did this. It walked around the house, screaming and crying until someone opened a door. The family ghost never went inside the opened room; it only wanted to assure itself that the door would be opened. The family ghost stomped its feet. It banged against the bedroom door. Its whispers carried through the cracks in the door frame. I walked to the other side of the door and stood close. The wood stood between the family ghost and me. It was a thin wood panel. I heard everything the family ghost said although I could not make all its words out.”

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