Twitter Ghost Story

The darkened house came alive at night.

Creaks. Knocking. Hinges squealed as chill drafts snaked through the corridors. I pulled the covers over my face. Her cold feet gave me goosebumps.

When I opened my eyes in the daylight, I caressed her photo and sighed, “I still miss you.”

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