I don't know whether you believe in ghosts, but some do.
My Mom does. With conviction, she tells the story of one night in the late summer of '96.
She was laying in bed thinking. About her kids. About her husband laying beside her. About the baby she was pregnant with. Then she heard Jessica across the hall crying in her sleep. A sort of tortured sound, probably a nightmare.
She sat half up, about to get out of bed. She heard ankles cracking on the stairs, and suddenly Jessica was peacefully silent. Mom looked out into the hall and saw an unusual glowing light. In her head she heard Everything Will Be Alright, Janet. And she knew, she knew, my Mamaw was there.
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3ribs -- I have a story for you! Don't lemme forget to tell you.
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