Theresa Gage

Ghost Steps

Thunder rumbled overhead, and lighting lit up the sky. I huddled in the den, with my husband for warmth. Intent on the Seahawk game, my husband didn’t hear the creak of the kitchen floor. He muted the commercials, and footsteps scuffled across the linoleum…

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