I touched the mirror. My fingers went through.
On the other side, the little girl I'd buried—the one who learned to laugh while bleeding—reached out and pulled me through. Incident in a Ghost Land
We are the ghost.
The door swung inward on its own, greeting me like an old wound that never healed. Inside, the furniture was draped in sheets that looked like ghost gowns. But that wasn't the worst part. I touched the mirror
Now I sit here in the dark with her, waiting for you to look into any reflective surface. Incident in a Ghost Land
So I returned.