Spirit of Halloween
It was about dusk as I was walking home past the ancient church and unkempt cemetery. Kids in costume were emerging from houses down the block to “trick or treat” but none dared walk by the church. From behind the rusted fence a sweet voice said, “Hello Mister”. Surprised, because the voice was that of a child, I turned and saw a mere wisp of a girl sitting on a moldering tombstone. The sunset could be seen through and around her. I surmised she must be a ghost because the church once housed an all ghouls school.
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