This story was written for the “Spooky” Halloween BlogFlash, sponsored the Goodreads Indie Exchange: Spooky Night The footsteps continued, back and forth, on the other side of the wall. The woman shivered inside the tiny den, but whether from the fever or the cold was uncertain. Everyone slept soundly, but her. She opened the door, peering out into the dark, and yet, every time she closed the door, the footsteps resumed. The woman had known for years that the house was haunted. She had heard the ghosts before. They took up residence in the kitchen, moved furniture, rustled paper and ...