A Ghost Story

Spirits wander in and wander out met usually with a painful shout They give me chills but also wonder are they real or tales from dark under? This story is true, happened few years past. We keep telling so memory lasts. Four friends were at Joyce's house one day when Niece Sue stopped by on her way. Likes genealogy she says now; found great-grandma with Ancestry's prow. Her portrait is on my bookcase, Joyce notes. We'll look before leaving, a friend votes. She might have died in disgrace, Sue states: abortion is what her obit relates. Back in the year eighteen eighty-nine quite common--birth control unrefined. just then a loud crash in bookcase room-- sounds of glass breaking--impending doom! All rushed in to find, faded and worn, Grandma's portrait had been cut and torn. No living creature was in that room to push the portrait to final doom. Her spirit may have disliked words said she wants to leave that incident dead. I believe spirits are here night and day, rather not see them, if that's okay. January 10, 2022 for Angela Tune's Ghost Story Contest