Do you believe in ghosts?
I came face-to-face with this question when I spent a week immersed in finishing The Mad Wife during a writing residency. The mansion where I stayed at Weymouth Center for the Arts and Humanities in Southern Pines, NC, seemed alive. The floors murmured. Sounds drifted from nowhere.
One night, as I sat in bed watching a movie, my closet door swung open. I got up, latched it, propped something in front of it. And then I tried not to think about it…