The morning air was crisp as I stepped onto my porch with my coffee cup in hand, I love these quit moments before the world fully awakened. The gentle sunrise painted the sky with soft hues of orange and pink this morning.
As I sipped my coffee, a flicker of movement caught my eye. A women dressed like a ghost downstair coming closer and looking at me, she was drifting toward me.
I was scared, my coffee cup almost slipping from my trembling fingers and shattering on the porch. Quickly I opened the door and went back in the house and closed the door behind me.