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July 20, 2008


Filed under: sunday scribblings — ~Kathryn~ @ 2:39 am

not the type that float around in white sheets wailing whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo
not the type that open cupboards doors and hide things to annoy you
not the type that hang around in cemetarys rattling bones
the ones that linger in your memories
popping up when you least expect it
invading your thoughts
when you think you are free
they come back
and they scare you
more than any rattling of bones

my first sunday scribblings for months



  1. Or maybe comfort you if they are a bit more friendly.

    Comment by Granny Smith — July 20, 2008 @ 5:48 am | Reply

  2. aren’t these kinds more scary?

    Comment by Rambler — July 20, 2008 @ 11:50 pm | Reply

  3. those are the ghost I have too

    Comment by Crafty Green Poet — July 21, 2008 @ 12:24 am | Reply

  4. Ghosts of the past are the real ghosts!

    Comment by Linda Jacobs — July 21, 2008 @ 1:14 am | Reply

  5. those old ghosts are so hard to live with aren’t they??? — especially if they arrive en masse!!!

    Comment by danni — July 21, 2008 @ 5:43 am | Reply

  6. Your ghost haunts you. My ghosts give me comfort.


    Comment by Barbara Torris — July 21, 2008 @ 7:53 am | Reply

  7. Hmmm such an interesting post. Gotta hate when the ghosts show up.

    Comment by Jadey — July 25, 2008 @ 12:30 pm | Reply

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