Short Story
There Is a Tide
- by Jack Finney
- in Collier’s, 2 August 1952
A sleepless man, struggling with a business decision, sees an earlier occupant of his apartment who is struggling with a decision of his own. —Michael Main
I saw the ghost in my own living room, alone, between three and four in the morning, and I was there, wide awake, for a perfectly sound reason: I was worrying.
