The Man from Yesterday — Dorothy Daniels

"Don't go back to Rose House, Miss Sybil. The young man--" "Gibbs," I said as the housekeeper paused. "What about the young man?" "He died under the rock slide when he was four. His ghost continued to grow as if he was alive. he haunts that house 'cause he can't leave it." "That's absurd." "No, miss. I'm tellin' you; one of these days you'll find out. If he's blamed your mother for what happened twenty years ago, he'll blame you now, for there's no one else. Seeing him will mean your doom. He'll destroy you as he was destroyed!" I turned away from her. I could hardly tell her that I'd fallen in love with this ... "ghost" who wanted to kill me.