Visitation

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Ghost

Ghost (Photo credit: photophilde)

 

I just noticed the couple in my living room
after I perused my reflection in the mirror
hanging in the foyer. It was a particularly fearsome day
as I had worked a twelve hour shift and this was my first
moment to myself. I noted they were sitting side by side
and eating slices of cake off of small plates; tentatively
forking small bites into their mouth always trying to catch
a morsel of chocolate frosting to enhance the taste of the
moist marbled cake beneath. “Who are you and how did
you get in my house?” My words must have startled them
for they looked up at me with a look of surprise and quickly
put their plates down and rose from the sofa clasping hands
in a lovingly worrisome gesture. In a moment, they seemed to flicker
like a movie image whereas before they were hauntingly real with a
crystal clarity beyond life-like. Before I could say another word both
man and woman just disappeared with no word and no sign that they
had ever been there, even the plates filled with partially eaten cake
were nowhere to be seen. I stared at the spot where they had once been
and wondered if I was imagining all this or I was really asleep dreaming.
I pinched the inside of my arm in hopes that it would wake me from this
strange dream, but no such luck, as the pain radiated out from the spot on
my arm and I realized what I had witnessed. A visitation from a genuine apparition;
a ghost or I should say ghosts right here in my living room. I didn’t know who they were
or what they wanted or if they were really of the friendly variety. All I knew right then
was sleep was a long ways away and it was going to be a long night coming.
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