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Weekly Contest #377
My One and Only Ghost A STORY FROM Judith Jones‑Ambrosini I had never given much thought to ghosts. If anyone had asked whether I believed in them, I would have laughed and said no. Ghosts belonged to folklore and Halloween tales, not to the practical world I thought I knew. Then, one October 31st, something happened that I still cannot explain. I’ll tell you the story. And I wonder what you would have done. It was years ago, when two friends and I left busy lives in New York City to travel to the Eastern Townships of Canada for what we thou...
Dancing Barefoot You, might call it a commune. We didn’t. We called it home. Those were the years spent on a twenty-acre farm in Ayers Cliff. Ayers Cliff is a small town located in a part of Canada known as the Easten Townships. The Townships are dotted with villages, hamlets and towns with names like North Hatley, Massawippi, Way’s Mills and Magog. They are located about sixty miles south of Montreal and roughly twenty miles north from Derby Line, Vermont. It was in the early ‘70’s when I went there with two girlfriends, Annie and Sue, an...
Weekly Contest #274
My Ghost Judith Jones-Ambrosini I’d never been one to give much thought to ghosts. If someone had asked me if I believed whether they were real or not, I probably would have said no. Scary Halloween tricks and treats were about the extent of the paranormal for me. Then one October 31, something inexplicable happened. It was years ago when I was 25. Two friends and I left the city for a summer camping adventure in Canada. Our plan was to camp out in nature … cooking by the fire and sleeping in tents. But, as poet Robert Burns so eloquently ...
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