Seventh All Hallows' Eve — Ruby Jean Jensen

How could I love a man in a wheelchair, a man whose voice I had never heard, whose proposal came by letter? Yet his terms for marriage were as seductive as they were strange. He offered a home, financial security for me, my 11-year-old daughter Jodie and my grandmother in return for just one month of unconsummated marriage. Then, if I wished, I could divorce him. I accepted -- more for my child's sake than my own. But I wore my wedding ring with fear for something evil filled this mansion. A ghost -- a little girl in blue -- haunted my child, and heavy footsteps troubled my dreams. Would my little Jodie and I survive until the day I could be free, the day after SEVENTH ALL HALLOWS' EVE…