Ghosts In the House

Jack Duncan sat at his desk in the far corner of the busy newsroom wondering if his life was ever going to turn around. He had worked here at the Cleveland Tribune as a copy boy/ runner for the past four years. His boss, Mr. Ramey had hinted on several different occasions about giving Jack a shot at becoming an investigator, or even a photographer, but it seemed like he did that just to appease Jack and had no real intentions of ever advancing him. Maybe it was because he was only twenty four. He did not know for sure though. That was just a guess. Jack felt like if he were ever given just one chance, he could prove to Mr. Ramey that he had what it took to become a real reporter... ...He had grabbed the mail from the box beside the door on his way in and as he walked past the kitchen table, he dropped it there. He would get around to looking at it after he ate. He rarely received any important mail anyway... Today however, there was a large, manila envelope. He quickly glanced at the name on it and saw that it was addressed to him, but the return address was from a Sherriff’s department in a place called Mason Georgia. Strange, he thought. He did not know anyone from Georgia, and as far as he knew, he did not have any relatives that lived there either. His curiosity rose and just as he was about to open the envelope, his stomach began to growl reminding him that it had been hours since he had eaten. Letting out a sigh that could have been either fatigue or frustration, he dropped the envelope on the table, deciding that he would open it only after he had grabbed a bite to eat....