Long Lankin

Pete and me are pretty sure she's a witch, like old Gussie Jetherell, just down from us-- through she definitely is. She's got lots of cats, and that's a sign.

Water is dripping onto the floor somewhere near the cupboard, like the tick of a clock. It’s annoying because sometimes it comes when I’m expecting it and at other times it waits on purpose to irritate me.

And if you ask Sister Camillus at school why, she says it's a mystery and you'll find out when you die.

Your mother's always going on about how her and Uncle Ben being told the church was spooky when they were kids. That sort of thing doesn't scare me, you know. I fought Hitler.