A Ghost at the Door

I was breathing heavily, biting my inner cheeks, and telling myself it was a dream– a nightmare—that she wasn't really here.

“I'm hungry, yes, it's making me see things,” I told myself, and my stomach chose to growl at that time.

It was understandable; I haven't had a proper meal today. It must be it, but Vera also heard the doorknock, so who was standing here?

I closed my eyes and opened them aga