Flash Fiction: Flipping Houses

It's 1:30 AM and I can't sleep. Probably because it's 100 degrees in my bedroom and┬ámy parents refuse to turn the air conditioner any lower. That, and for some reason I keep thinking about ghosts. I mean, it's too hot in my room to sleep with more than one blanket, but one blanket is too … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Flipping Houses

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