(from the Archives)
Ghosts of my dead don’t dance around the bed at night.
But I’m asleep, and Evelyn
would be a gentle ghost and not want to wake me – no screaming, no rattling of
chains, no dancing around with flaming swords. Yet there have been enough
events I can’t explain that make me think she is trying to make contact.
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