Fiction
Externally Published
"Carol's Lot" in Crepuscular Magazine
Published Here
"An Unloved House"
No one had loved this house in decades.
“It’s haunted,” said the checker at the grocery store. “Like, proven. Eight families in a row left, all freaked out.”
“You don’t say.” I smiled. She looked at me with a strange expression.
The day I moved in, the house felt calm. I thanked it for the gentle welcome.
It took six weeks before it spoke to me—knick knacks on the ground—but none of them breakable. I thanked the house for being considerate in its communication.
I loved the house, and I never had to leave. Twenty-five years this November.
