Dealing with this house of ghosts

Ghosts are not for me. I see you nodding your head, knowing what this wino loves to do, but I’m not talking about hard tack. I’m talking about real ghosts; the translucent kind that can walk through doors and crash at night. I’m talking about ghosts – and I have one in my house. Roll your eyes as much as you like: I’ve seen him. The first time I saw him, he was walking from my room to Daughter’s. I wondered what Son was doing in her room and went to see – only her door was closed. Daughter saw him slumped in an easy chair and…

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