Tuesdays

Janie and her husband Ron buy a home priced well below the market. Lurking within are shadows, figures seen at the edge of their vision. Doors slam and knocking and laughter can be heard. But Janie doesn't believe in God so she certainly doesn't believe in ghosts. As her family falls apart, she desperately tries to rationalize what is going on. Banging pipes? As her family begins to disappear or die, Janie clings desperately to modern reality. Her refusal to believe does not stop what haunts her home. WARNING: This novella does not contain excessive language or the cliche use of "Jesus Christ" as an expletive.