by Ryan Smillie

My parents have a ghost in their house. Sue, the ghost, is more Casper than Beetlejuice - books fall down and picture frames get rearranged, but no one has ever been possessed at a dinner party (at least, not yet). Years after my parents started to notice these occurrences, a psychic clued them in to the whole story. Sue was a girl who lived nearby and died as a teenager. She still wanted to be part of a family, somehow settled on ours and has been in my parents’ house ever since.