I have always wanted to live in a Victorian house. When the End
came, we fled our home in the suburbs for the safety of the family farm. None
of the surrounding farms were occupied anymore. It seemed that everyone else
had fled for the comfort of the city. We declared squatters’ rights and found a
place with a perfect vegetable patch and a well with a hand pump. The house was
my dream, a Victorian home. We are safe here, if isolated from other living
people. Just our family, dogs, chickens… and the ghosts. I hadn’t considered
the ghosts.