It was late October when, like fingernails across a chalkboard, the creaking of the unstable and rotting wood walkway below my feet, shot chills that rippled up… Read more “A Ghostly Tale in Sepia”
It was late October when, like fingernails across a chalkboard, the creaking of the unstable and rotting wood walkway below my feet, shot chills that rippled up… Read more “A Ghostly Tale in Sepia”