The truck was gone which meant my lovely father had gone off somewhere. Probably to stock up on alcohol with my mother’s hard-earned cash.
Heading inside the house, I noticed there was a pizza on the kitchen counter and opted for a piece, glancing about, noticing how nobody was downstairs. Mom, she must’ve gone to sleep already.
It wasn’t really that late but she had a tendency to get worn out easily.
All she does is work and sleep nowadays.
If I had a husband like hers, I’d opt to sleep all the time too.
Taking the pizza upstairs with me, I ate as I walked, thinking about the ghost girl.
I shivered but . . . honestly, I needed a shower and nothing was going to stop me.
Not even a creepy phantom.
My room was dark, the door cracked. I used my phone
