Mayachrome | D. Paul Fonseca

The Ghost Tree

Do you know about the beast that lived in the walls of my family’s house? I’m certain most do not know of it, or of the sounds it made when I was small, and alone at home. Some people will chalk it up to a child with fears and an overactive imagination. Maybe. 1976 is the year I am referring to, and in my world at the edge of the small town we lived in, I was just six years old. My brother and I shared a room. He was two years older than I and he had ownership of the top bunk in our bedroom. Something invisible roamed our house. Something terrible which caused me to feel afraid. Many nights, I laid awake wondering what would happen if I looked beneath my bed. Would I find something, or some