November 21, 2015

“Our dreams were of the ghosts lurking in the house. They were in the hallways, standing in lines and rows, their backs to the walls. They were stuffed inside our food, their ghost bodies impacted in the oven and the roasts and the cups. The ghosts took hold of the edges of our mattresses and lifted them, flipping us over so that we fell into the small space between the bed and the wall, and became stuck. When the ghosts were near, we could not scream. We tried but the sounds suffocated in our throats. We yelped and groaned but none of the sounds were loud enough to alert anyone that the ghosts were near. We all suffered simultaneously but thought we were haunted alone.”


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