I could hear the twisting of the door knob by a small hand opening up the bedroom door. Then the sound of small feet walking down the hall toward me caused me to look up just in time to see a small shirtless little boy rubbing his eyes. “It’s way too early for you to … More Ghosts
It’s 8:30pm, and I am forehead to forehead with an eight year old boy that thinks he should still be up watching a basketball game. It is a Monday night, and he has school tomorrow, and he thinks that he has the right to stay up as long as he possible can. He would be … More Dream a little dream
Dead men like to sleep, but I have found a way of waking them from their forever slumber. The method is simple and easy, but there is always a price to pay to talking to ghosts, a cost that must be paid, not necessarily in dollars or cents, but in sanity and anguish. And one … More Talking to the Dead
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