Chapter 1What does a ghost look like?
Todd was bone-tired, exhausted, rung dry. That’s how he accounted for the bizarre thing he’d seen the first night in his new house. He had spent the whole day alone, moving all of his stuff from Chicago into the little house in Fawcettville, the small town on the Ohio River where he’d grown up.
So it would make sense, wouldn’t it, that his eyes would play tricks? At least that’s what he told himself. Yet, in all his thirty-odd years, his eyes had never once played tricks on him, not really. That was just something people said.
Wasn’t it?
He trembled as he stood in the bathroom, looking down the short hallway to his bedroom, and turned off the hallway light again. And, again, it happened—in the dark. A figure, perhaps a woman, stood very still outsi
