she haunts ’em…

d’ya try to call me…

no pop…well…hours ago…

mmm…sorry….go back to sleep…

no dad…what’s goin’ on….

saw her ghost…

yea…

yep…she was in the closet lookin’ at her old clothes…the one’s that fit her towards the end…

sure…

was just standin’ there lookin’ at dresses and skirts…some blouses she had in her hand while she combed through hangers…

mom look at’ya…

funny thing…I called out to her…she just kept lookin’ at her clothes an’ shakin’ her head…just like when she was alive…

huh…

yea…called her name a couple of times….just kept lookin’ at them damn clothes…

didn’t even smile at’ya…

no….

sorry dad…

teach her a lesson…’morrow I’m throwin’ those old clothes away…

she’ll haunt’ya…

she already does…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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