I expected hell fire. Or spirits of witches past. Or the room to shake. I expected something big to happen, but nothing did. We sat quietly at Althea’s funeral listening to a priest talk about Althea’s good deeds and her commitment to the holy. “She was a model of propriety” The priest said. He removed the photo of young Althea holding the “DEATH TO WITCHES” sign. Behind it was a photo of the old woman dressed in a black robe with a white cloth over her hair. “She was a nun?!” I whispered just low enough for Kyle and Melinda to hear. “Duh” answered Melinda. “You could have mentioned that!” I whispered back. “Seems like an important detail” Kyle chimed in. “My little cuties, you should get out of here.” A now familiar motherly voice said from behind. Directly behind us, sat the ghost from the casket room. She smiled kindly. Kyle, Melinda, and I eyed each other just to confirm we all saw the same thing. The mourners seated around th
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