Forgive me for being lazy but its been a crazy week.
I grew up being moved yearly. My step-dad was always in search of the "perfect" teaching job, which didn't afford us the stability of a white-picket fence. In one particular instance, I remember being relegated to a walk-in closet as my bedroom because that's all we could afford. Most of the rentals were older places, and with these older places, came a ghost or two. It's something I learned to accept. A new rental meant a new "something" to coexist with—and sometimes they weren't so nice. The following experience is one of many. You can believe me or not, it's totally up to you.
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Now, I know what you’re probably going to ask me. Do I make stuff up because I write paranormal fiction? No. I’m a writer. I write fiction and draw the line between fiction and real life. However, the best fiction is when writers “write what they know” and a little of "what I know" creeps into my novels from time to time.
Next Wednesday, I'll share Part Two of my Little Ghost Stories.