A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

“You know what I hate about horror books and movies and stuff?” Betsy Richardson looked over at her teenage son, who was buried in a Goosebumps book. Ghost in the Mirror was the title, and the cover featured a ghostly hand reaching out of a swirling, glowing mirror.

Betsy chuckled, saying, “What’s that?” “It’s always so predictable, you know?” he said. “The house is haunted, everybody get out before it’s too late, things going bump in the night. All that stuff.”