Incident In A Ghost Land -

The door swung inward on its own, greeting me like an old wound that never healed. Inside, the furniture was draped in sheets that looked like ghost gowns. But that wasn't the worst part.

Now I sit here in the dark with her, waiting for you to look into any reflective surface. Incident in a Ghost Land

The worst part was the mirror at the end of the hall. The door swung inward on its own, greeting

On the other side, the little girl I'd buried—the one who learned to laugh while bleeding—reached out and pulled me through. Incident in a Ghost Land

We're not locked in with the ghost.

So I returned.

We are the ghost.