• Fiction

    The Ghost in the Window

    “They say she shows up whenever the fog rolls in and that she’s always naked when she appears,” Ginny’s eyes squinted up at the second floor window of her aunt’s newly renovated Victorian. Calvin glanced over at Ginny, eyebrows raised skeptically and inquisitively. “Have you seen her?” “I think I did once, when I was really young, but you know how a kid’s imagination can be. I might’ve just willed myself to see it.” “But you’ve stayed in the house before, right?” Calvin asked. “Of course,” Ginny replied, “Lot’s of times.” “Ever hear anything up there?” “It’s an old house, Cal, it makes all kinds of noises.” “Yeah, but…” Cal…

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