M.J. Pack

He came to a pause and seemed to think of what he wanted to say. “Listen, I’ve got something that might fit your kind of business.”

“Hang on. What the hell is this?”

It may be strange, thinking of all the souls who lived there before, but it’s better than knowing.

Summer is on the way and you know what that means: soaking up the sunshine, lounging by the water, and fully embracing the fact that you should’ve been born as a sea-dwelling mermaid.

I put my head back down on the pillow as my eyes began to drift closed. Just as darkness fell, I could’ve sworn I saw someone step out of the bathroom, but it was too late to see his face.

“My grandpa used to see shadow figures out of the corners of his eyes as a kid, while awake, and so did his little brother.”

The cicadas in the trees
hummed through the hot summer air,
and I sat there
while you destroyed me.

“I saw our dog that had long been dead go to where his food bowl used to be to eat.”

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Fairy godmothers rarely show up
with the right shoes at the right time.

We are on a mission to make contact with the Lemp family from beyond the grave and see what we can do to help these lost souls who appear to be trapped between the walls of this house.

I was careful at first. I said Mama had rules. There weren’t a lot of rules but they were important to follow because Mama knew best about these sorts of things. I told her Mama is good but Mama can be hard.