The Closet Woman

I never believed in the supernatural… until my son almost didn’t make it. A few weeks after

moving into an old house, my four-year-old started waking up every night—crying

about a skeleton woman in his closet. We checked every time. Nothing was ever

there. But the closet doors wouldn’t stay shut. We locked them. They opened.

We tied the handles together. The tie was cut. When we asked how, he whispered,

“She wants me to come inside with her.” We asked him to draw her.

The picture showed a woman in a long dress, peeking from the closet.

A dark mark around her neck. A rope in her hand. Above her head were two words he had