Ghost Walk – Part II

The next time I saw her, I called out, “Dara.” It was my second journey around the circle, and I started to lose hope when she appeared in front of me like a spider floating down woven silk. "What do you want?" she whispered, her eyes glowing a bloodshot red. It was the first time … Continue reading Ghost Walk – Part II

Ghost Walk – Part I

Her pace changed for no one, not a dog or a car, for rain or heat, or for a pile of leaves. Shrouded in dark, flowing fabric, her heavy boots could have slowed her down, yet she skimmed the surface, as if pulled by a string. She walked the circle of our neighborhood to the … Continue reading Ghost Walk – Part I