Spooky Affection
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am in a large bedroom.
It’s much fancier than my actual bedroom.
This place looks like a huge, noble manor.
Thus, I decide to have a lie on the big bed.
I hear a lady’s voice. I quickly look around.
I cannot see someone. It’s my imagination.
Yet, I feel someone hug me. My heart rates.
It’s the ghost woman. She wants to hug me.
I am too afraid to move. I sweat profusely.
The ghost lady gently tells me goodnight.
My phone alarm frees me from the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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