Here we go tra-la-la Fixing the house, hammer in hand The soles of our feet stained to match The ... [+]
Here we go tra-la-la Fixing the house, hammer in hand The soles of our feet stained to match The ... [+]
There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing. A little girl. Why is it always a little girl? The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds slide ... [+]
Kitsy Boo hated his name. "Kitsyyyyyyyyyyy," his owner, Marguerite, would call. "Boooooooooooooo!" Every time the shaky old voice called for him, the other neighborhood animals would laugh. "Kitsy ... [+]