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
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.
Monster In The Closet
A monster in the closet is probably the most common fear of children. That experience is one of my earliest memories. It wasn't a large figure, but actually very small,…