To save some time, he took a shortcut through a cemetery.
A female ghost appeared in front of him and with mesmerizing eyes looked into his and stunned and froze him rendering him unable to move.
When the female ghost vanished and he regained control of his body, his body shook, his nerves were frayed, and he ran out of the cemetery. But the horror didn’t end there.
That night his body froze while he slept he saw the female ghost with the mesmerizing eyes in a dream.
This went on for three months until he lost his mind and ended his life by leaping out of the window of his sixth floor apartment and joining the female ghost in death.
And now with mesmerizing eyes he wanders the cemetery with her every single night.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a reclusive, solo, ever seeking knowledge life. Most of my poems are fictional -- some are not, like poems about women persecuted as witches and burned or hung to death (Something that disturbs me deeply even though it happened centuries ago).
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Bigfoot, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Past Love, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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