I want to write a ghost story…

I want to write a ghost story.

I want to write one so deep and rich the bones in your knees crack and snap.

Where ghosts scream and call and pull in mouth-gaped silence as they reach for you.

Where your heart is bleeding and aching at the sight of the twisting and splitting mists of stories that have gone cold.

Where the ghosts are pleading and begging you to help them find and search and reckon.

Where finger wisps of cold flame brush your cheek around every corner.

But it’s already been written before.

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