I walk out of the gym alone into the blinding sunlight. I raise my arms to shield my face when the red glow of my hand catches my attention. Twisting my palm over, I look up at the sun through my fingers. Funny how your hand looks almost translucent when you hold it up to ...

Dear Ghost-Of-A-Murder-Victim-That-Hangs-Out-Over-My-Bed, I do hope this letter finds you well as I recognize this my first attempt at correspondence after our last encounter. I hope you did not interpret me as being too rude – I did not mean to roll my eyes at your horrific visage and rollover under my covers. The uttered sigh, ...

She caches her jewelry Cardboard tubes under her mattress Hidden from faces she can’t remember Haunting her with changed bedsheets While disembodied voices perched on telephone wires Check on her She gripes They’re stealing my things At the liar: Voice too old to be her daughter Sunday – no – Wednesday No How can it ...