There’s a guy in the next town overwho fills his lawn with death:40-foot skeletons, fake gravestones,a grim reaper wielding a scythe(it’s a bit much).But when I turn away, I see the house across the street:purple mums on the front porch,Welcome wreath on the door,and, flapping in the sunshine,stars and stripes, sandwiched between two Confederate flags.I am not afraid of ghosts; it’s the living who haunt me. Looking for … Continue reading Haunted House