Since the ghost first appeared while Jena was making herself dinner, she was determined to ignore it.
No such things as ghosts. Common knowledge. Still it was getting harder to ignore her dead husband who only showed up when she was alone. His appearances were becoming more frequent lately.
One day she decided the “ghost” might be her conscience. If so, it was a first. Even her family thought she was “calculating and cold-blooded.“
With restored belief there were no ghosts, she smiled the next time she saw him, even though he was holding the revolver she killed him with.
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