A Ghost Story. A True Story. Hovering above the deciduous and pines in the blue dark of a North Carolina night. An intense bright without...

A Ghost Story. A True Story. The mills were built of the local blue granite. The stones could sweat a moody indigo in the right kind of...

A Ghost Story. A True Story. She whispered to the cat in her Cat Lady voice. The cat that wasn’t there.   But it was. I thought it in her...

A ghost story. A true story. The kerosene lantern arced in broad swing.   By itself.   The speed made me think I must have bumped the...