Agnes drew a long breath. “It seems to me…” She was interrupted by the sound of running feet. Maybelle dashed past her legs, Candy in close pursuit. Clara gasped. “What in the world?” “Oh, it’s that cat!” Agnes sputtered. “If she catches Maybelle, she’ll jump right onto her. I’ve got to put […]
Nov 21, 2022
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…
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Agnes had always known that Clara was a champion storyteller. Not that she was prone to exaggeration, but she had a way with words. This should be a good ghost story. “You see, this house is very old, dating back to before the Civil War. It was built by General Beauregard Compton, particularly for […]
Nov 20, 2022
What Ghost?
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Agnes shook her head. “So, Mildred bought a house that was haunted? If she truly believed that, why would she do such a dumb thing? Clara sipped her tea. “Of course, she didn’t know that, at the time.” Agnes chuckled. “So, who or what is supposed to haunt this place? And, by the […]
Nov 18, 2022
The House Sitter
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Agnes Clover set her broom on the porch and glared up at this monstrosity of a house. How did she wind up here, far from her home town and her warm, friendly neighborhood? Maybelle, her ever faithful hound rubbed against her, soulful eyes brimming with sympathy and wagged her tail. Agnes reached down and patted […]
Nov 17, 2022
Shadows
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I had stopped shaking by the time I reached home. In the comfort of my living room, normalcy began to return. Ulysses licked my hand, grinning a hound dog welcome, and Penny looked up from her cushion. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was safe. I was home, and now I could try to […]
