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Ghost, Ghostly

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Ghost, Ghostly

A ghostly silence
hangs heavy on the midnight air,
hysterical laughter reverberates
through the sleeper's mind
sending spiders up her spine
and causing hair
on the nape of her neck
to stand at attention.

She shivers,
forcing herself awake
and her eyes to remain shut.

She knows she isn't alone,
she feels a shadowy presence
standing next to her bed;
memories
that aren't part of her waking
existence rise
out of the darkness of terror:
Is it repressed memories or the ghost
of an unknown ancestor
haunting
the witching hour?