We Belong Way Down Below

"Ghosts are real." She whispered as she hid in the closet next to me. "I seen one Cassie."

My hands shook and the sweat gathering on the palm of my hands turned cold. I held onto her as she shook in my arms and cried. The door creaked and footsteps came into the room. After a few very long seconds the door shut and no sound was heard.

"It's him." She whispered and the doors of the closet flung open.