A ghost story for Halloween “Stop pushing”, Katie complains. Christy is huddled behind with her hands on Katie’s shoulders as they slowly make their way downstairs. “Why are the lights out?” She asks. “For the 1000th time, I don’t know,” Katie whispered fiercely. She was a little jumpy and had no patience for stupid questions. Christy whimpered. Katie sighed deeply, feeling a little guilty. “Listen Christy, the lights are out so just deal with it. It’s not like we hav
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