Samhain

“I beg to differ,” she said, holding up her bandaged hand. “No matter what you think about this old house, I don’t believe in ghosts,” she said, shaking off her true feelings, allowing the wine to fill her with courage. “No matter what you think, things exist whether you’re aware of them or not.” “Are you saying something’s in this house?” she asked. “Really? The Prescott Ghost?” Sarah scoffed and took another drink. She was starting to feel a little woozy but brave, nonetheless. “Whatcha got to…