And not like "Ha ha legend!" slaughtered but rather "Oh yeah, they found their bodies on the property when putting in the utility lines" slaughtered.
So SLAUGHTERED slaughtered.
Who had seen her in the darkened hall closet without a door, appearing from the darkness to point and wordlessly scream.
And that he always saw her while sitting on the couch in the living.
You know, the same couch I was sleeping on while we were unpacking shit throughout the house.
Or a week later when a storm blew through and flooded the ONLY ROAD between this house and the main house where QM's parents lived WHILE QM AND THE KIDS WERE THERE, preventing them from coming home for a couple days until the floodwaters dropped.
And leaving me with one tiny generator that really didn't let me keep lights on at night.
In the dark house.
Where I had to sleep facing the CLOSET OF DOOM with a ghost that, from all evidence, WOULD NOT APPROVE OF ME.
Not "it didn't have a carpet" or "it only had a subfloor."
IT. DIDN'T. HAVE. A. FLOOR.
The kids' room.
So I couldn't sleep in there on the floor.
I would sleep on the couch like a man!
But maybe I'd light a candle. You know. Just for some light.
Like, in a spooky way?
Like "Was that a face I saw in that dimly lit closet in the hall, or just a shadow?" sort of way?
...that had been abandoned for quite sometime...
...that our headboard was up against.
...I could hear someone in the abandoned house next door whispering