Chapter 36: Halloween
October 31, 2015
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Carl told me, sitting next to me on his beach under the autumn moon, which was almost full. “They don’t exist.”
“I think there was a ghost in the house I grew up in; the house where my mother currently lives. Things used to go bang in the night there all the time. She’s always telling me that some of her belongings are missing. Her cellphone. A notebook. Her grocery lists. She says that the ghost steals things from her and she can never find what she loses, or what the ghosts steal.”
He laughed, squeezing me next to him. “That’s bullshit. She’s probably just forgetful. I’m sure she misplaces things all the time. Ghosts and their strange activities are just figments of her imagination.”
The night was stunning. Silver-w
