Ghost Story

In honor of the season, here’s a short story I wrote in response to a prompt for my writing group about a year ago. (It is not really a scary story. Well, maybe it is, a bit, but not because of the ghost.)

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Letters To the Ghost In My House

Dear Ghost,

Listen, by this point, I’ve more or less reconciled myself to your presence. I mean, it’s fine, I guess. We just have to share a space, and I can accept that. However, I have to admit, I worry…how closely do you observe normal mortal notions of privacy? I mean, do you watch me…all the time? Or do you, like, stay out of the bathroom and so forth? Continue reading “Letters To the Ghost In My House”