Ghost in the Mango Tree
“Mommy, there is a man in the mango tree!” Jeremy’s shrill shriek pierced the midnight silence. Julie scrambled off her bed and sprinted on tiptoes to her son’s room.
“Who opened the window?” Her heart stopped when she glanced at the mango tree outside the open window. She had checked it before leaving four hours earlier.
“The man opened the window.” Jeremy declared his innocence in between sobs.
With eyes riveted on the tree, maternal instinct sent her dashing toward the window to confront her fears in protection of her child.
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