When Ghosts Call Us Home

by Katya de Becerra

Some believe the house was haunted. Who am I to say otherwise? I was just a girl with a camera.

The last time I heard from her was the night she vanished. I’m doing this for you. I love you, and I’m sorry.

But I do believe in the power memory holds over us; I believe in ghosts as remnants of powerful emotions we have experienced.

But there are times when our busy world quiets just enough for the ghosts to emerge.

One tormented ghost is enough. I’m not sure that I, or Cashore House, can handle two.

Here, my past and present seem to coexist on the same plane of reality, and I’m trapped in between.

“She’s a very private person. I hear she might be a distant relation of Adrianna herself,”

psychomanteum—a special space designed for communicating with the other side.

“My father thinks you know what happened to Layla,” he says simultaneously.

I’m the spirit to be summoned and I’m the summoner, the possessor and the possessed, I am the haunted and I am the ghost. A haunted girl inside a haunted house.