A Man Among Ghosts by Steven Hopstaken
This house stood out as a jewel of stained glass and solid construction, ready for the urban renewal and gentrification poised to come. Now, most of those stately homes were divided into multifamily units or abandoned entirely, boarded up with graffiti-tagged plywood. At one time, the neighborhood had been upscale, and the street lined with mansions. It was smaller than the other houses on the street.
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The two ornate second-story windows were a pair of friendly eyes watching over the urban neighborhood. It had a large, open front porch, begging for a pair of wicker chairs and a small table, where its owners could sit with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine and wave to their neighbors. Others might look at a neglected Victorian house as possibly haunted, or at the very least a potential money pit, but that thought never entered David’s mind. When David first saw the house, he felt no fear. For Melissa, who keeps all my ghosts at bay.