By Erik Bergholm
I’ve noticed a faint singing from the walls where your work desk used to be, and wake on the couch some nights to find the cats scratching intently in that corner of the living room, their eyes luminous in the dark. It’s your voice, the melody mingling strangely with the rhythmic peeping of the frogs deep in the woods.
We used to joke that the house was haunted; I grieved you leaving like it was your death, so maybe it really is now.
But as I stare at that spot, I wonder: are you the one haunting it, or am I?
Superb read. A haunting little read that leaves questions where imagination comes into play
Wow, fantastic! Haunting at its best.
Loved this the whole way through. The last line is exceptional.
Pretty cool. The ending left me wonder whether or not the woman committed suicide.
Fantastic story! I read this again and realised that it does tell two potential stories. Superbly done 🙂