Monday, 7 December 2015

Hangry Ghost

The haunting finally stopped when you left it a peanut butter sandwich. The pots and pans stopped clanging. The window ceased to rattle. Ill winds no longer swept through the house. The sandwich, small and square, rose from the plate in the middle of the table and disappeared bite by bite. When it was gone, a long sigh rang through the house, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck lay down once more.

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