Ghost Encounter: A Flash Fiction Story

She lay on the couch, dosing off, when a sudden movement caught her eye.

“Danny?”

Danny wouldn’t be home for another hour. This was something else.

She got up to check the bathroom, when she saw the figure.

She slammed the door and hurried to the couch, praying that Danny would be home soon.


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