Ghastly Ghost

From the house of the dead it came with long spindly toes and crooked nose. It stood on its hind legs to a height of eight feet on knobby knees against the breeze. “Why are you here? What’s the reason?” Such a shrill screech did it release! It held hourglass and scythe in its sinuous claws. It gave me fright to view that sight. It glanced at the house of the dead as sadness overcame it like shame. Its demeanor austere. It fell silent at the far sound of a merry-go-round. To the house of the dead it turned before I learned why it adjourned. Still I remember it – my final encounter – with dread from the house of the dead.