Dead of Night
by William Ollie

She had lost her husband, her soul mate, the gentle man who had walked beside her through every step of their lives. Gone to the other side while Anna tried everything in her power to reach him, to touch him, to hear his voice one more time, to catch even the faintest glimpse of him in the sputtering light of the candle she and her daughters had gathered around.

Peter and Ben thought it would be cool, accompanying Ben’s young girlfriend to the séance her mother was conducting. And why wouldn’t it be, gathered in the dark in that spooky old Colonial-style home of hers?

Soon, Anna will learn, Ben and Peter, too — you don’t always get what you wish for.

Sometimes in the dead of night, it’s best not to wish at all.