Category: Ghosts
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Night’s Children
And the Hallowe’en posts continue! Each night they wait By the roadside Eyes transfixed On the darkness Waiting For the children to appear Each night they wait In the darkness Eyes transfixed Listening carefully For the night to whisper Gently Coldly The children They’re here
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The House
It isn’t so much the look of the house, that’s bothersome. Neither is it the skit skit skit noise as the sharp, claw-like branches tap the draughty windows. It’s the way the windows distort the shadowed figures within. The way the light highlights the faces in them, even with no one there. There is no…
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Wanderer
Silently, she slips between the realms like the flicker of a candle’s flame an ethereal glow, full of substance yet not solid shadows pass through the light parts as light the dark she watches and waits deciding whether to stay or to wander further along her repeated journey through the night
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The Three of Us
The photographer was early. Stefan was ready first, and went down to the lounge to greet Master Selvo, after Anabel had made sure he was comfortable. “We weren’t expecting you until later,” Stefan said, looking at his timepiece that hung on a silver chain from his waistcoat, “good job too – it looks like rain.”…
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Ethereal
Through the shadows, she creeps Looking downward, deep in thought Flame from candles masks the tears she weeps Her soul lost, her meaning sought She breathes an echo She sees no light She hears no sound In the dead of night She stops upon the witching hour And fades, back into shadow’s power
The Mansionic Perspective 