LThornhill Crane

When I moved to a tiny little house in a sleepy South Georgia town I never thought I would be sharing it with someone or some thing from the other side. It was just your ordinary, run of the mill three bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. Houses like mine had mold and cockroaches not ghosts. I was a skeptic and didn't believe in ghosts. But when my dog started seeing things that weren't there and I started hearing footsteps...I changed my mind. Problem was... we were stuck there and no one believed me but the dog. A very short ghost story with a twist.