In November of 2010, my wife and I visited my parents in North Carolina. One of the things we decided to do was to check out Carl Sandburg’s home, where he did most of his writing and, eventually, where he died.
Tag Archive: the smiling occupant
In an earlier article, I spoke of the first time I encountered the ghost in my childhood home.
The title says it all with this one.
I’m currently working on a short story about my experiences of growing up in a haunted house. As an exercise in preparation for writing it, I wrote down my first encounter with the etheral woman who floated down our hallways and in our dreams. While the short story I write is going to be slightly embellished, this short writing exercise is 100% true to my memory of the event. After all: you don’t forget the first time you encounter a ghost.
