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He Thought His Dead Wife Was With Us
A supernatural short piece
“We argued. Right there.” Fletcher Slack slumped down in his chair, finger still pointing at the living room door. I assumed he had some form of alcohol in the dull, brown mug he was drinking from.
By day, I am a Software Engineer for Bright Tech, Corps.
At night, I run a successful blog called Endangered Entities.
Fletcher contacted me via email two days ago. The line simply read: Oh God. She’s back. I need to process this. Help.
I’m no therapist. I’m not a ghost hunter. Sometimes people just need an outlet and I provide it for them. I’ve always been a fan of ghost stories. Why not have people tell me theirs?
I had my slim iPhone face up on the table to record the conversation. Fletcher already signed the proper documents giving me permission to air his recording or at least, share a snippet on my blog.
“Near the door?” I ask.
Fletcher nodded. His shaggy brown hair in bad need of washing and a cut. Even still, I can tell that before his wife’s death, he was very handsome.
“She found out-” He paused to take a long swig of drink. “She found out I was cheating on her. I knew her accusations were true. True, they were! But. But. Ah!” He…
