Ridgerunner
Call me Hunter. That’s what I am.
It was just after midnight and I was only beginning to drift off. I’d been up late reading a book, saw the time, made myself put it down.
That’s when Lea called out.
I had just enough time to consider going to her when she came to us instead. I heard the slap-slap-slap of her bare feet on the hardwood floor, then she was in my room, cannonballing into the bed between Dana and me.
This was almost a nightly occurrence lately, Lea unable to last a full night in her own bed. When questioned she always offered the same explanation, she was afraid of the ghost outside her window. I thought she’d probably picked that up from the opening scene of that new Scooby-Doo movie. She hadn’t made it past that scene, wouldn’t quit screaming until we
