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The Mysterious, Very Moist Ghost and the Diabetic Schnoodle

A real-life ghost story happened right across my street, and I soaked up every minute of it.

One of the mysterious puddles (with Stella the schnoodle for scale). Image: Author’s own.

I’ve always loved anything scary — movies, books, haunted houses, you name it. I grew up reading Stephen King and watching Tim Curry as Pennywise over and over and over. So, I guess it’s no surprise I’m now an aspiring horror author.

As I was preparing to launch the first season of my podcast, Horror Humor Hunger (you can find me on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Google Podcasts), I was revisiting an old short story of mine called The Leak. This story, about a pariah named Andrew Ferenc who becomes trapped in a subway during a water barrier test and comes face to face with the ghosts of his past, is the first story I tackle in my podcast.

Meanwhile, right across the street, my neighbor (who also happens to be my mom), was renovating her house. Everything was going well — until the puddles started appearing.

There’s got to be a logical explanation

Right around the time construction started to enclose the formerly screened-in porch, large, watery puddles started materializing all around my mom’s house. The puddles were all on…