Now I'm really scared , it looks like I pull the blanket over my head!

Well maybe, but ghosts are in the light too.

Thank you Cyntha, love your too, in fact I have enjoyed all these great stories, I'm afraid I will need to keep a light on tonight!

Well written Gil. A great ghost story

The Girl On the Bench

In the darkness of the night, there’s no moon in sight

In a grave yard at the edge of town where cold stone of smooth granite sit above the ground

Here you’ll see a white fog move around, it hover over there, on a worn bench, siting in mid-air you’ll see the ghostly figure of a girl

Some say she sits and waits for her lover’s return

But I know the truth, for death does not suit her

No peace will come to her; she does not rest until his death.

A macabre world where she resides, a place that hold her here, with the fact she took her life

Suicide, at the loss of love, her man left her for another

Guildford H Windley

March 5, 2018

Ladyreck67...... Thank you

I love ghost stories and medieval castle's. I would love to visit one some day. I could just imagine the stories I could tell. It would be so amazing. Nice write ewsateriale

Donald that was so nice and I am sure painful. Death is never easy. There have been 3 in my family in less than a year. It hurts. Sometimes we have to write it out and pray that someday it will be better.

Beyond the Grave

Each night she visits, she feels so all alone,

She knows death claimed her, but she has never been on her own.

She wanders each night, but then she is pulled here.

Sitting on the bench she waits for the occupants to appear.

The fog is heavy now her mind drifts with the name

Taken in the night heartache, drink, and fame.

They were well known a band from out of town,

Walking that night, they laughed and ran her down.

Perhaps they had not meant to hit her, just a game they played,

There was nowhere left to run, she was in the way.

They tried to swerve but caught her. Into the air she flew,

Little good it did them, they were caught too.

A mighty oak tree, a car of steel, the screams of death,

“I am sorry, so sorry, forgive me,” begging with their last breath.

Now she comes each night to hear them sing and play,

Her own private concert from beyond the grave.

© Cynthia Clark

Jackie,

Thank you. It still hurts but as time goes on it is easier to deal with.

Nice write Donald x

I cried when I saw this picture.

Awaking memories so full of pain

Of a time so long ago

When we all had much to gain.

Back when I was younger

Two sisters and a brother

Still young enough

to be home with our mother.

The girls so pretty, alive and smart

My bro was friendly and loud

But he had a good heart

I was newly married

with a little girl of my own

Being poor didn't have a phone

At 4 o'clock one morning

there was a knock on the door

Who could be knocking

as a shuffled across the floor

Opening it up there was

two somber men in blue

Something must be wrong

this one thing I knew

They told me of a fire

that happened oh so quick

both my sisters and brother

died and I became sick

Ages thirteen, twelve and nine

went to God before their time

The shock of it all set in

and the people came around

Trying to console us

my grief made nary a sound

Years after that fateful day

I finally came to accept

the events of that morning

with my hands covering my face

and tears filling my eyes

Telling myself they are in a better place

Gyula

She wandered into the medieval castle

where centuries ago, monks used to pray.

It was devastated by war and

now she wonders about the past life.

Are there ghosts in the wall that can tell the story?

Great job, Jackie

Wow KG Petrone That was wonderfully written

Wow great write x

The young girl looks longingly at the headstone

Her mummy and daddy said they'd never leave her

They kept their word, they all went together

Taken out by the stormy weather

She dreams of being back on earth

Of holidays and celebrations of birth

Of holding hands and sunny days on the beach

All things that are now out of reach

In an hour the girl will disappear

It will be just as if she was never here