Writing of Ghosts when the World is Grieving, a guest post by author Helene Dunbar

When I was 15, I worked behind the snack counter in a movie theater. I wasn’t an huge fan of movies or anything, but it was fun and I liked the popcorn and the pale candied almonds which would become bleached by the lights of the glass case and given to staff because we couldn’t sell them looking faint and old.

Working in a movie theater allowed me to sneak into the movies of all ratings and for some reason I don’t remember, a friend and I set our sights on entry to Amityville Horror, the ultimate haunted house story. While I stuck it out to the end of the movie, as a teen who was often in my own house alone, I had nightmares for years.