Perhaps it was the power of suggestion from my husband’s comment, “I’ve never seen such a ghost town as this,” or maybe it was the fact that the place was indeed, a true ‘ghost’ town, complete with its haunts that made me quiver. I’m not sure, but as we drove down street after street seeing the many empty and forlorn houses that were neglected by humans, yet overly nurtured by Mother Nature with overgrowth and decay, I couldn’t help but feel that we were more in a ‘Twilight Zone’ rather than in a town where I had once lived and enjoyed being in.

As I sat, I kept watching the wall where I had seen the cloudy spectral disappear, and tried to hurry and be gone. Finished, I hopped up, pulled my clothes back into place and hurried out of the small space, and walked to the sink. As I washed my hands, I glanced into the mirror to see my white face and the fear in my eyes, but I also saw movement behind me. When I focused on the distraction, the same black-clad figure sat on one of the chairs behind me. I gasped and turned.

The chair was empty.