“I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.” ― Jack Kerouac, On The Road
Halloween is almost upon us. The veils are thin and our thoughts often turn to the dearly departed, the occult, spirits and worlds unknown. Have you ever wondered what sort of ghost you would be in the afterlife? This completely unscientific, just for fun quiz will let you know!
The wind whipped steady at my door and the floor creaked like dead wood. Warped. Rotted in sodden gray light
miasma from a chasm, ringing night sweats. “Friend, foe, or otherwise?” I murmured to the darkness. No answer. Silence grinding a place where Poe’s raven would have been welcome. Dark wings or anything I could see.
But no. This guest of a ghost trickster, lights flickering dim. And yet.
I welcomed it.
The old house no longer empty.
This poem is in response to the Daily Prompt Guest