Ghost Attack
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears; I’m no longer inside my home.
In fact, I realize I'm in a brand-new restaurant.
As always, I don't recollect visiting here.
The eatery appears to have an Asian motif.
A member approaches me with a kind smile.
I am grateful for dining at this great business.
My cellphone goes off. My friend is on the line.
I am reminded that I need to get back to school.
So I pay for my dinner and exit the premises.
Violent ghosts began hitting me as well.
I hop on the bus. I also exit this nightmare.
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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