Ghost

Ghost felt better after leaving his friends to enjoy their stolen beer. He went home and dressed himself in black, including a ratty ski mask he’d found in his father’s closet a few years ago. He had no intention of being seen tonight; he’d mastered the art of prowling about at night, keeping to the shadows, moving with breathtaking silence, just as if he were a ghost.

Ghost realized he felt more comfortable on his own as he knelt among a line of cypress trees boarding the tan duplex where R...