It’s been a long time since Carl was home, but now with the death of his parents, he finds himself moving back into the house he grew up in. He’s assailed by memories, not only of his parents, but the love of his young life, Jessie. She would throw pebbles at his window at night to signal she wanted to meet up for a night of passion. Now, years later, he hears the sound of pebbles hitting his window again and finds Jessie outside waiting for him. It’s only after that he realizes something is very wrong; Jessie has been dead for three weeks. So who was he with? Is she really alive? Was he with her ghost?
A story that really kept me guessing. I was wrapped up in this from the very first chapter
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