Ghost Story Tuesday

Part One

She’s standing in my room again
In the darkness of the night
Hands by her sides
Head hanging

She’s wearing a white nightgown
Dripping wet on my carpet
Bare feet muddy on my floor
But not

At first I pretended she wasn’t there
But she keeps coming back
What do you want
I ask her

Silently

I cannot see her eyes
They are hidden behind her hair
Her hair looks wet
And tangled

But I can feel her eyes
In the stillness, in the silence
Regarding me
Unmoving

What do you want
I ask her
Not really wanting an answer
Asking her with my mind

To show you something

You don’t belong here.
Why show me?
She feels wrong
I’m scared

Because you can see

She starts to paint a picture

In my mind she paints a picture

But I don’t want to see
This is my home
Leave me alone
I say

And for a while…
She does.