The Ghost Collector

The Ghost Collector — page 5
yoga pants with her hair in a high ponytail We burned sage the woman says She tours Shelly and Grandma around her haunted apartment it’s bright and airy much bigger than the old duplex Shelly and her mom and grandma share To cleanse it you know Grandma smiles all bland and pointed and Shelly stifles a laugh with her hand at the image of this yoga lady waving her spice rack around trying to exorcise her apartment To cleanse it From the spirits The demons You know The woman gestures vaguely at Grandma at her soft brown skin and warm brown eyes at the little turtle earrings she wears every day The things that make some people say Native but Grandma corrects them and says Ililiw or Cree It’s cleansing The smoke We fanned it around the whole house and nothing The spirits are still here Shelly can see the ghost that haunts the lady’s apartment dancing around her feet It’s a little dog with a constantly wagging tail trotting around on tiny paws with nails that clack against the hardwood floors and echo through the hallways It noses its way over to Shelly and Grandma like it wants to play ALLISON MILLS