Ancestor Ghosts

S. E. Wigget
2 min readOct 31, 2023

Here’s an excerpt from a novel I decided I won’t publish. It has some good scenes, and I anticipate turning excerpts into short stories.

I recommend hiding from these ghosts.

I drag my cloth bag full of groceries into the narrow front hallway of my apartment and ungracefully drop the bag onto the cat-barf-brown carpet. I sigh with relief at the loss of that heavy weight, after carrying the bag for approximately twenty blocks. My elderly cat, Eponine, sniffs me suspiciously, no doubt because I pet a few neighborhood cats, so I pet her before stretching.

Locking the deadlock, I sense an entity other than my cat waiting in the stretch of hallway behind me. I shift and face my great-grandfather glaring at me, hands on hips. He’s short and stout and balding. He wears a dark suit one might expect on an immigrant over a hundred years ago. I see through him, since he’s a ghost. “What kind of a great-granddaughter are you? You’re supposed to have children, so that our spirits can have bodies.”

“Yes.” The ghost of my great-grandmother clutches her hands together. “Until you have children, our spirits will remain restless.”

I cross my arms. “You keep saying that, and I keep not believing you.”

The ghosts gasp and shake their fingers at me as they tightly press their lips together.

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S. E. Wigget
S. E. Wigget

Written by S. E. Wigget

Outside Medium, I mostly write fiction, especially paranormal and historical fantasy, under either S. E. Wigget or Susan E. Wigget.🌈 WhimsicalWords.Substack.co

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