Haunted?

Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. Marisa sped up; she knew the stories. She would snort at them during the day, but at night alone, she was willing to believe that the shack she’d rented was haunted. Particularly when she couldn’t see past her elbow when she extended her arm: which she wouldn’t do by…

Haunted

When Mark and Pat renovated the family home, they discovered an old bicycle hidden under the porch. It was all broken up and the siblings figured they’d repair it. They refurbished old things to sell them. It must be a family thing: their father would’ve thrown it away otherwise. He never kept ‘useless’ stuff around…