I hid in the dense undergrowth, silently watching my haunted bungalow. I'd been back many times since the night I first ran in terror from the spirit, never daring to venture closer than the edge of the property, hoping that this time the deep rumbling voice would be silent.
"Come closer, girl. Don't be afraid."
My heart pounding, I turned to run again. But I'd be back. Tomorrow the full moon would give me strength; I'd confront him then.
