Swing

The dead lady in the attic seemed friendly enough.

You couldn’t see her, but Emily could. She’d go up there and play for hours, then come downstairs for dinner and talk about the games they played together.

She said the ghost was called Alice, and she hung from the highest beam.

You asked if that bothered her, but she said no. Alice was fine like that.

So perhaps you should have foreseen the day Emily didn’t come down to dinner, and you went up to find her dangling, a rope around her throat.

Swinging like that… it looked like fun.