“Mommy,” came the little voice on the other side of the bedroom door. I smiled and rolled out of bed. It had only been 15 minutes this time.

I opened the door and looked down at my four year old daughter. Her hair in tangles already, raggedy rabbit hangly limply from her hand. “What is it, Gwen?” I asked her quietly, gently turning her back to her room.

“The ghost is in my closet again,” she rubbed her green eyes while saying this. I sighed heavily. This was becoming a nightly routine.

“Okay. I’ll get the spray. You go on to bed,” I told her ushering her through the doorway.

I plodded down the hall to the bathroom and retrieved the airfreshener which had the label Sharpie’d to read, “Ghost Begone Spray. 2 Squirts work for 24 hours.”

She was sitting in the middle of the bed staring at her open closet when I arrived. I shot 2 quirts and closed the door. “Twenty- four hours,” I smiled and kissed her forehead.

The closet creaked, “I hate it when you do that!”

My breath caught in shock.