Mabel and the Ghost

Mabel was sitting on her front porch in her old creaking rocking chair knitting a sweater for her cat, Gregory. Her 83 year old hands moved deftly and smoothly as she hummed Blue Suede Shoes, her favorite Elvis Presley song. The old abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods had termites in every nook and cranny. It was small, but it was perfect enough for Mabel. Mabel had an ex-husband who was psycho, and haunted her since his death. She moved to make sure that he wouldn't haunt her ever again. 

It was almost midnight, and Mabel was getting ready for bed. Booom! A loud sound outside her window made her jump out of bed. “What was that?!” Mabel whispered to Gregory in a shaky, raspy voice. She quickly turned around and dropped her glasses. Frightened, she searched for them making a circular motion on the floor, trying to feel for them. Her heart was racing. It was going way too fast. Spots and bright stars began floating above her. Her knees started to shake, and her stomach curled. Seconds later, she swayed back and forth and passed out on the worn out red carpet. As she came to, she felt ice cold hands wrap around her body. Mabel floated up from the ground and felt better than ever. Mabel felt confused. Where was she? Then she clamored,

 “Wait, is this- heaven?”