The Indistinct Dog-Shape

Shirley Joy Mun, November 22nd, 1925, to March the 1st, 2010. Trish is a sensitive. She feels ghosts. She walks into her room and knows just where they're gathering. And they were all there. The dark, featureless shape with glowing, dead white eyes that had caused more than one near tumble down the stairs when it would suddenly materialize or reach out for her. They didn't scatter so much as explode from the room in an ectoplasmic free-for-all of rattling chains,. trailing shrouds, the pounding of phantom footfalls and panicked gibbering. It was funnier than hell, but she didn't laugh