Violet Archer grew up in a dulcet southern town where she rode her bike in the streets, ate apples off the tree and drank water from the hose. Her house was across the street from a small cemetery, so she grew up with the dead as her neighbors.
In her town, people didn’t think you were crazy when you said you saw a ghost. Violet likes to write about the things that happened in that sleepy little hollow, and pass on the stories people told her of things she liked to think were true, but could never quite tell.
Some of the things she writes are drawn from those stories while others from her own experiences with the denizens of the afterlife. Which stories are made up and which really happened? We’ll let you decide.