Atlanta, GA
December 25, 2018
The phantom approached slowly, solemnly, and somberly…its black garment concealing its figure, face, and form.
The woman in the bed…visions of sugar plums dancing in her head…heard, felt, and saw nothing. Her middle-aged husband, struggling thru a partial, fitful sleep, woke with a start…and questioned the intruder.
“Who are yo…
