Ghost Jack

From the house of the dead sprung a ghost cloaked in red and a tall hat in black with a name on it, Jack... I screamed loud at Ghost Jack. It was too late to backtrack! I shouldn't have gone near the house of the dead, with the windows half shuttered and the paint peeling dry, Jack looking out at me as I walked by. But now he was OUT, and, look, he'd a knife... I ran and I ran and yelled for dear life... But then there were people and he disappeared. It was singles he sought, like me with my fear. 2/3/2021