« Why did you do that? He worked so hard on it. »
« Ask your son. »
« They are safe, » she said.
« You should have asked us for our opinion. »
Elaine glanced down the corridor, then turned towards me.
« Before you get angry, ask your son why he wanted them removed. »
I went into Owen’s room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor.
« Because of the ghost. »
I crouched down in front of him. « Honey, did you ask Grandma to take down your decorations? »
He remained silent for a few seconds. Then he finally answered.
« Yes, » he murmured. « But only because of the ghost. »
I blinked.
« What ghost, darling? »
« The one who comes at night. »
« He knocked on my window. »
I sat down next to him.
Owen explained to me that three nights earlier, he had woken up and seen someone standing near our porch. The figure was entirely white, with no visible face.
