White as a ghost
Ghost from Elizabeth Thomsen
I was about 11 years old. I froze in my tracks and listened.
My folks were having a new house built just around the corner from where we lived and that night I was the one who went over to make sure it was all locked up for the night. While inside checking windows and doors I heard footsteps. The interior walls weren’t done yet and those footsteps echoed loudly throughout the darkened house.
As I listened – more footsteps! I got out of there and ran home as fast as I could.
