The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. The wind was quiet as I sat in the rocker, watching the clock go tick tock, tick tock, until it was finally eight fifty five. It was time to leave for the very last time. To leave the house of invisible ghosts. Ghosts that haunted me every night when the moon was out with a soft glow, but the owl was hooting li...