I didn't write a story for Halloween this year, so here's a Christmas ghost story in lieu.
Not believing in ghosts, I strode into the house boldly. Or perhaps my boldness was bravado, a disguise for secret belief.
In every movie I’d ever seen the front door of a spooky house opened into a large room. But this one’s opened into a corridor. The floor was covered in dust. I could see no…
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