By Sara Hinojosa
My mother called for me from downstairs.
When I walked down to respond, I heard the same voice whisper from behind a closed door: Don’t go down there—I heard it too.
By Sara Hinojosa
My mother called for me from downstairs.
When I walked down to respond, I heard the same voice whisper from behind a closed door: Don’t go down there—I heard it too.
One Comment
Deb Codding
Excellent imagery. It gave me goosebumps.