Ghost Boots

Ghost Boots

Early morning light filled the old house as heavy footsteps creaked across the floorboards. I froze—our doors were locked, my son asleep. The sound passed right by me, fading into silence.
Touched By A Ghost Girl

Touched By A Ghost Girl

While I was crouched by the dryer, a tiny hand touched my shoulder and a little voice whispered “Mommy.” My daughters were outside. Later, I found an old photo of a girl who had died in the house decades earlier—and realized she was the one who visited me.
The Devil’s Territory

The Devil’s Territory

When I was very young, my family lived in Adelanto California. I don't know why it was called that, but looking back, I would definitely call it a ghetto. It…