Photo Source: Unsplash We’d driven 400 miles from Carson City to Vegas for his grandma’s 90th birthday. During our middle school years in Carson City, Jack had lived with his grandma while his parents raged against each other. His grandma’s home had been a haven for me too, an escape from my parents’ alcohol-fueled battles. Two years ago, she’d moved into an assisted living center near Vegas, to be closer to penny slots and the free nightly dancing fountain shows in front of the Bellagio...

Photo Source: Pexels Shadows haunted the secluded clapboard house deep in the woods of southern Illinois. That was the myth. The truth? Noreen decided to find out. She’d just inherited the property from her elderly, eccentric Aunt Lorraine who’d lived there like a hermit for decades. If the house truly was haunted by shadows, wouldn’t that energize the Airbnb listing Noreen hoped would attract lots of customers? Who wouldn’t want to share space with harmless shadows who didn’t knock things...