The Ghost’s Footsteps

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(Content Warning – Suicide alluded to). Night after night, I hear hollow footsteps outside my bedroom, always the same time. Creak. Two more steps, then the doorknob will rattle and try to turn. If I had breath, I’d hold it. Creak. Creak. Rattle. “Let me in please? I know you’re there.” The soft voice makes my heart ache. I close my eyes and wish I could stop the sounds reaching my ears as she rests against the door, weeping softly. I thought staying would help if she knew I was still nearby. But this had trapped instead of freeing us. Continue Reading →