My Haunted House
My house is haunted. It's not an obvious haunting. In fact, it's very subtle. But if you're attuned to its vibrations, you can feel it.
My spirit isn't a malevolent one. My spirit is more ... melancholy. Not quite sad but definitely down. And I don't feel its presence all the time. It wafts through, like a hint of a passing thought. And when it passes through, I'm empathetic to its presence.
I wish my supernatural guest would find another place to reside. I'm sure that it had a strong attachment to this place in its time. But its time is passed.
Everything has a shelf life. Emotions. Relationships. Property. Spirits. And, yes, even Twinkies. My guest should learn this lesson and move on to better places. For its wellbeing and for mine.
My spirit isn't a malevolent one. My spirit is more ... melancholy. Not quite sad but definitely down. And I don't feel its presence all the time. It wafts through, like a hint of a passing thought. And when it passes through, I'm empathetic to its presence.
I wish my supernatural guest would find another place to reside. I'm sure that it had a strong attachment to this place in its time. But its time is passed.
Everything has a shelf life. Emotions. Relationships. Property. Spirits. And, yes, even Twinkies. My guest should learn this lesson and move on to better places. For its wellbeing and for mine.
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