When a ghost reaches her limit with an unwanted guest, there's no telling what Hell will arise.
I have escaped my afterlife for over two centuries; locking my spirit into the old red barn. There have been many owners since my death, but none have ever given me as much strength and feeling as the new male owner does. There's just one problem; his wife.
She sickens me, and I can no longer take her presence in my barn. She comes and takes my personal belongings- to sell.
She is unbearable to me- one of us has to go. And it sure as hell isn't going to be me.
It must be close to mid-day, for the man who owns my house has
shown up to chop more wood from the stack several yards to the
side of the barn. I would not know the time of day otherwise.
It has been a long, long time since I have felt the breath of winter at
my back, as he is feeling it now. So long, in fact, that I cannot remember the feel, or taste, or touch of anything other than echoes of dull aches and a haunting of emotions that I cannot identify. However, when the man is within my sight the echoes are a bit louder, a bit more tangible.
I do not mind him living here or working on my farm. He does a
fine job, as I once did. He works hard, and that is something I held in
the highest regard when I was alive. There is just one problem: his wife.
- Word Count: 5,000
- Author: October Weeks
- Website: October Weeks
- ISBN: 978-1-61937-339-6
- Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
- Editor: Marci Clark
Long and Short of It
Reviewer: Astilbe
Rating: 4.5
Review: A bump in the night. Inanimate objects that suddenly move around. A cold spot in an otherwise warm, well-insulated room. We all know the signs…
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