Haunted Hallway

Late one night, the security guard at St. Agnes Convent watched the cameras flicker,

every screen dark except one. In the east hallway, a nun stood facing the wall,

her habit motionless, even though the air was still. He called over the speaker,

“Sister? Are you all right?” No response. He blinked, and she was suddenly

closer, still facing the wall. He checked the roster. No one had lived

in that wing since the fire. The smoke alarm began to wail on its own.

He looked back at the screen, empty hallway. Then, behind him,

a voice whispered through the static of his radio: “You should’ve stayed away from my hall.”