So This is Change
an excerpt

Beth looked at Image House, as she called the strange mansion she passed every day. It stood sullenly, it’s snow-covered frame and darkened windows telling a tragic tale. Today the house was haunted with the ghost of a murdered man named Reginald Charles Blandwell. Blandwell’s death by his greedy brother, sister in law, and nephew had been made to look like an accident. No one believed otherwise until Blandwell came back to the mansion as an other worldy figure, writing incriminating messages about his killers on his neighbors’ front doors. After Blandwell’s brother was strangely killed by strange “accident” when no one was home, this brother’s wife, believing that the someone wanted to murder her also, bolted all doors and secured all windows with boards of wood. She made a special hole in the door for food to be passed through. Two weeks later, when she had not taken food for four days, a few brave men broke into the house, finding her stabbed to death. Blandwell’s nephew refused the house, going as far West as he could – as far away in America as possible. Neighbors claimed that Blandwell still roamed the house in his ghostly figure. It was true, for Blandwell was waiting for one descendant of his nephew to come back. His soul could not rest into full justice had been met.
A white figure near the house made Beth jump. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms and legs, and her breath caught in her throat. What was that gost-like – oh, it was only a large white cloth. Someone near the house was shaking it. From this far away, the large sheet, or whatever it was, made the person look engulfed in white when they shook it. What was she thinking? Ghosts were not real; her fancy was taking over again. Still shaking from her fright, Beth pulled her coat closer to her body, walking on in the fresh snow toward the post office. Aunt Lizzie would be home by the time Beth checked her mail and arrived at the Peters’s. She should have never come by Imagine House or daydreamed such fancies. It took her a while to realize that she had actually seen someone – whether a man or woman she did not know – at the house.