In a graveyard mourning my recently deceased sister
I spied a willowy white-haired woman dressed in white
She was elderly but still beautiful and fetching
With a siren like quality that was getting my attention
She beckoned me to her with an enticing smile
As if she knew me, and we’d been close before
Reluctant, I didn’t want to walk over to her
I started feeling uneasy about the strange graveyard situation
With one finger, she motioned me over, her face looking evil
I felt like a lifeless puppet on a string
With my mind subdued and no will power I began to falter
But I somehow regained my resistance despite the horror
And she swore at me and said on this day I curse you
Before the day is out misfortune will befall you
She hissed at me and walked to a nearby grave and oh my God
She sank into it like she was sinking into water
She must have been a ghost. No trace of her
Going into the ground was visible
Freaked out, I ran to my car and hopped in it
I drove out of the cemetery like a fireman going to 4 alarm fire
An unseen force took control of the steering wheel
And crashed me into a tree, my head smashing into the windshield
I woke up in the hospital and screamed
The attendant nurse looked exactly like the woman in white
Bob Boyd
