Not every haunted house in Charleston should be a bed and breakfast. Not after we’ve finally learned to accept our ghosts. Sonja plays Chinese checkers with the little girl during late night thunderstorms when she can’t sleep. The father helps Brick train for boxing, teaching him how to properly kick and punch his Bozo bop bag so it doesn’t pop back up.
But John says we need the money, so I flip pancakes for strangers who talk of footsteps, knocking, transparent faces in the mirrors. For some reason, they can’t hear the dead mother humming “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” from the kitchen ceiling.
word count: 100
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