Best Tales of Texas Ghosts
Docia Shultz Williams
Republic of Texas Press
1998

Night. South Texas. A La Quinta hotel room. Circa 2007.

I have never been so terrified of the ceiling. My mother and sister are sleeping in the room, but that doesn’t comfort this twelve-year-old at all. A streetlight shines through the cracks in the curtain, reflecting a pale pool of light onto the ceiling. Shadows lurk at the edges of the pool, draping down to cover the bathroom door.

And it’s all my fault.