Ghosts - flash fiction by Miriam Krasno
Abby said there was a ghost in my bungalow’s basement. She announced it quite casually as we went down to put my wash into the dryer. “You don’t have to worry, Miriam,” she reassured me, “she’s quite happy down here and she won’t come upstairs.”
I smiled to humor Abby, but I never liked that basement after that. Whenever I’d …