“In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.” – Laurie Halse Anderson
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The Ghosts are my Friends (a poem)
The haunted mansion is my abode
Where I rest and relax with ghosts
Around here we have a code
To keep our friendly spirits close
The stairs creak and the walls crack
The ghosts run free in the house
But the ghosts never attack
And rarely do they shout
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Tortured Spirit (a tanka)
The ghost in our house
Tortured spirit roams here
In a long white dress
Yearning to be free and out
Of her purgatory life
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The Stain on our Souls (flash fiction)
The old man speaks of phantoms. He lay on his death-bed, and his face is ashen and sickly.
“Our home,” he says, “it’s haunted. Haunted by my sins. Haunted by my father’s sins, and his father’s sins.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
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Winter Gothic (a photo)
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Haunted House (a poem)
There’s been trauma in this house
we thought it’d be our forever home
instead, ghosts lurk here
ghosts of murders, suicides
they followed us long after we
left cob-webbed hallways –
the trauma here makes us see things
hallucinations, delusions of despair
we can’t escape it.
(Photo by Stefan Ringler on Unsplash)
