There was never any doubt of Grams’ or Mom’s paranormal experiences. Deception contradicted their persistent candor. They could never fabricate stories with straight faces and always delivered tales with expressions that showed they didn’t believe them themselves. After years of hearing about their ghostly encounters, Twyla figured she’d be unafraid if a ghost crossed her path. To her dismay, it was the most terrifying experience she’s ever had, except for the scare in the cellar.
Now shaken, she’s afraid the boggy specter remains unseen in the loft. Perhaps she’s always been here, and something forced her into view. Twyla dismisses the thought and lifts her face to the shower’s lukewarm stream, trying to soothe her nerves. But behind the vinyl curtain, she’s paranoid the girl is watching
