PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
As I watched the shadows on the porch dance, I knew this would be the last normal day I had. Household items had been slowly disappearing for weeks and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out to where. I had known we wouldn’t stay long, but I was hoping this time, we would stick around for a while. But I also knew I wasn’t going with them. I silently packed my small backpack and climbed out my bedroom window. The ghosts were still there and they were still calling to me. As they had been my entire life.
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