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February 12, 2009

As you may already know, Write Anything is shifting in to a new light: more doing and a little less talking. So, today I’m doing. Below is a little ghost story I wrote. Do you think it’s based on an actual eye witness account or a product of my imagination? (Answer will be revealed at the end of the day)

Kate wandered around the cemetery. Her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. Summer dripping from her body. Readjusting her glasses, she strolled from one headstone to another. It wasn’t those who rest in peace that brought her to that place. The stories led her down the grassy path.

The pied pipers enticed her with them all her life. She couldn’t resist the hypnotism any longer. So, she walked, reading names eroded by time as if she had done so since birth. Kate picked the stone of an elderly woman and took a seat.

There she waited. Waited for the one person who eluded so many before her. An hour passed. Then two. Birds vocalized their songs. Squirrels dashed up and down trees, collecting food. He wasn’t making an appearance today.

She accepted she wasn’t meant to meet him and began to leave. Pressure on her left shoulder prevented her from rising. Shrugging, she made another attempt. Same results. Her eyes darted around the cemetery. She sat alone. Kate repeated the process until she was finally allowed to leave.

Upon examining the area, Kate spotted the cause. The tail end of a brown snake slithered away out of sight. She met him after all. The priest saved her life. Kate walked down that same grassy path, retaining a story of her own close to her heart.

  1. Clemenstation permalink
    February 12, 2009 7:56 am

    It sounds like you were doing some heavy-duty spyin’ down at the old cemetery.

    Didn’t really get the last paragraph, I must admit. Snake = ghost? And where’s this priest?

  2. February 16, 2009 1:28 am

    The snake was just a snake of the dangerous poisonous kind. The priest was the ghost.

    This was based on a true account. It happened at the Depreciation Lands Museum. Supposedly the ghost of a deacon haunts the place, sometimes helping people.

  3. February 16, 2009 4:33 am

    Is it a true account as told to you, or as happened to you?

    I’ve never experienced anything I would consider supernatural (not now anyway – when I was a child there were a few incidents, but I cannot be certain the incident even happened now!). I’m not 100% certain I’d ever want to either – I think I prefer reading to experiencing!

  4. February 19, 2009 4:05 pm

    It was told to me. Nothing like that has ever happened to me that I can recall.

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