Category: Ghosts
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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
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A Wailing Moan
I remember the time when I could pass effortlessly through a brick wall. I’d wail “OoOoOoooh!” as I passed. Now, all I can muster is a quick “Ow!” as I effortlessly slide to the floor.
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Haunted
Wary is the soul Very cold indeed Clock strikes thirteen Mocking laughter sounds Things bump in the night Bring on the nerves Eyes stare blankly My heart poundsTil the morning comesChilled to the bone Very cold indeed Wary is the soul
