A Ghost's Story

We sat eerily lit by embered flames silently succumbed to the droning whisper followed it into its darkness shivered in the cold of graves present…..and past. As embers popped we gasped, scanned the room, were silently recaptured by the distance of its presence held hostage by its words. The demons fled before the sunrise. We sat staring at the book. It was untouched, unmoved. The book was unopened its story told …………by its ghost. John G. Lawless ©7/15/2022