There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds... [+]

“It’s an old building,” Becky said, when Peter asked her.
“Do you get them in your apartment, too?”
She’d given him a look, then, as if she thought he was trying to score an invite... [+]