The Ghost of Bill Zison

A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk premises at 1148 Greentree Lane his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s Dunkirk ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go insane torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk! The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse and bain from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and seems to gain upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of disdain and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who lacks for work!