Graveyard

I hated playing left field. Like, even on a hot summer afternoon I’d feel a cold chill when running across the field. Not the kind you’d want to sit and enjoy More of a graveyard eeriness. It seemed that even the birds Ignored that particular area. But then not much grew there either. Years later I went back Just to see if that spot was real. It wasn’t there anymore. They had built houses Where the field had been. I talked with some of the people. They told me that they had heard That one of the houses Was haunted. I felt that cold chill again. ©2/21/2023