Some of the best conversations I’ve ever had started with exchanging ghost stories. There’s always the skeptic, the non-believer, and the “on-the-fence” person. Still, a striking amount of people I’ve come into contact with have these stories to share, whether they believe it was something otherworldly or not.
This piece is based off of a story exchanged between friends. My friend was both the skeptic and the storyteller. According to him, whatever it was at the end of his hall, had a staring contest with him for a good thirty seconds before he moved into the next room. When he returned to the hall, whatever it was had departed.
This has been Day 28 of