The Ghost Drinking My Gin Wasn’t the Worst of My Problems
This is the longer 4700-word version of my fun ghost story. The sound of knocking woke me at three. Then pounding, followed by silence. My breath caught in my throat. I sat up and glanced outside. A silver crescent moon hung askew. Wind gusts rattled the windows and rocked gnarled trees that bent like old men with aging spines. Photo by Adam Lukac on Pexels.com Was that creaking my front door opening? I grabbed my pepper spray and cell phone,…
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May 21, 2024