The ghosts in my bedroom
When I was a little boy, I shared a bedroom with older sister and we slept in bunk beds at home in our apartment. Then it came to pass that our oldest brother moved out and went to live with a woman. Then an extra bedroom was created at home and my sister got […]
The ghost at the summer house
It is 1977 in the middle of summer, and my extended family has met at the farm called Fossatún in Iceland. My uncle Sturla and his family lived there. In the field by the farm there was an old road that went up the hillside to the west and at the end of it stood […]