My friend, Lisa williams died when I was pregnant with my first daughter.
When my daughter was three, I heard laughing.
I asked her, "What are you laughing at?"
She said and pointed to the dark empty hallway,"Auntie Lisa is making silly faces and playing with me. "
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Horror Stories.
Short StoryThis book is for you to stay up all night, afraid that the thin little lady will crawl to you under the duvets. Welcome to the world of horror. #18 in short stories. Vote/commemt/follow.
