Something About Opal Fotherby

 

Opal Fotherby couldn’t believe she was afraid of ghosts and doors that opened and shut by themselves and pale skinned people who wore black and only came out at night and smelled liked the mildew that grew on the walls in her basement

She couldn’t believe she was intimated by just the thought of traveling down unmarked roads that ran through and around abandoned towns and that she was terrified of wandering through dark rooms in abandoned houses.

She never told anyone she lived alone with three black cats and that wasn’t any food in her kitchen- she didn’t even have water or electricity in her small apartment.

It has been years and years

since

 she has

breathed

a

word

 to anyone.