caught a ghost

I CANNOT SLEEP; this house is haunted.

I roamed the halls, examining the detritus of a life gone by — photos, papers, knickknacks — smiling at some, recoiling at others.

As I crept through the stillness in my slumbering clothes, my phone a lantern, I realized it was I who haunted this ancestral home.

I must exorcize myself.

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