Ahh! Sorry this is much later than anticipated, I was ready to post last week, but I realized right as I was about to post, that I had skipped this story and went right to the following story, Me, My Demon, and My Demon’s Yellow Eyes. So I opted to skip posting last week, illustrate this episode and post it this week. Which thankfully puts me a week ahead drawing wise!
/end rant — on with the show…
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“I enthusiastically took a cocktail napkin (navy blue with white starfish) and dug in. I actually, Mmmm’d, then asked, “What kind of a ghost story do you have for me?”
“I don’t know if you’ll think I’m mad,” she said.
“I’m not here to judge. Actually, I am hoping that you don’t think I’m a weirdo for wanting to hear your ghost story,” I replied.
“In all honesty, I’m relieved that you’re here, any insight you might be able to offer would be so appreciated,” she said then sipped her tea.
“I’ll do my best,” I replied then shoved an Oreo in my mouth. Sweet heaven above, why had these ever fallen out of my life?
Beth took a moment, then said, “This house is haunted, or maybe I should say, I am haunted.”
— Liz Sower, Creator of Ghosts in the Burbs
You can read the full story on the Ghosts in the Burbs blog.
