Chilling in the Ghoul House
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am at another house again.
This house appears to be both old and Victorian.
So, my parents remind me we now live here.
I don't question it, though. I enjoy the moment.
Curiously, I explore every room in this house.
My walking leads me to a very nice study.
I’m amazed by the amount of books on display.
Of course, I can't read them all in one sitting.
I pick up a book. I go to a chair and seat down.
The alarm goes off, and I quickly wake up again.
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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