Elizabeth: The Woman in White Jonathan had nearly forgotten how difficult the old cemetery was to reach. A narrow, rarely used path led away from the dirt shoulder beside the gravel road. It disappeared beneath fallen leaves and tangled undergrowth, winding between old-growth trees whose branches stretched overhead, blocking much of the hazy October sky. The woods were unusually quiet that morning. There was no breeze sti...

Morning came far too soon. The orange neon glow was gone, replaced by thin sunlight pushing through the curtains. The ache of sleeping in a strange bed brought me back to the world. Abby had already woken up and showered. I glanced around the quiet room and saw my tacky shirt still hanging from the nightstand. Beside it sat a steaming cup of coffee. Sitting up, I took a sip and wrinkled my nose at the bitterness of it, th...

I got a message the next morning from Abby. But sadly, there would be no stealthy meet-up. She just didn't have a feasible way to escape for any length of time. And I really understood. It's not as easy to slip away, like many stories say. I did, however, catch a brief glimpse of her from a distance. When she texted me about where they were going, I rushed into town, getting an iced coffee at one of those trendy coffee sp...