Ghosts in the Midst (Part Two)


I know I left you hanging. My apologies. I was going to tell you about the house I live in now. The last house on the left. The one that was built the year I was born.

My daughter and I went to the grocery store last week, a chore I always dread. Our house sits at the top of a hill. It isn’t a very steep hill, but steep enough that carrying the groceries in can be difficult. I can think of more movie reference to describe this: “The House on Haunted Hill” comes to mind. 

We haven’t really made the acquaintance of our neighbors. According to their mailboxes, they must all be related. I am growing weary of their suspicious stares. One day, I will bake some cookies or something to take over to them.  We are literally surrounded by them. Continuing straight into the dead end there…

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