The Lamplight Apparition

To see her return in this way. Is it any worse than losing her altogether? I don’t know.

My hands are shaking. I can barely…

The more she lingers, the more I wonder if this is really her.

The bright blue eyes are watching, always watching.

They are her eyes.

But she’s not in them.

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A Specter in Amber

I heard her climbing up to check on the source of the clatter, just as I had. And when I heard Marta enter the room and scream, half of me wanted to turn around and comfort her.

The other half of me wanted to keep locking gazes with the specter that was floating outside the attic window.

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