Ghost of a Chance

Jenny Myers did not believe in ghosts. She was certain there were no ghosts in her closet, or under her bed; and she firmly believed, maintained, and frequently stated that the cemetery across the alley from her home was the quietest, most peaceful place in town. Nor did she make exceptions for the witching hour of midnight; anniversaries of murders or other tragic deaths; nor full moons; nor even Hallowe'en. There simply were no ghosts in her world. No ghostly bumps in the night disturbed her sleep. No chains were dragged up and down her attic stairs. No moans, no groans, no floating orbs, no headless horsemen. Nothing. Jenny Myers simply, completely, absolutely, did not believe in ghosts.
Until the day she fell in love...with a ghost.