You may believe in ghosts.
I’ve never seen one. My mother thought she might have seen one–although not on the night she spent in the cemetery. Maybe this is why I’m interested in graveyards. My mother spent the night in one, and how many people can say that about their mother?
Now my mother dead, and maybe she’s a ghost. If so she hasn’t visited me. Her ashes were scattered over a lake in our hometown. Perhaps ashes can’t make ghosts.
Anyway. I’m writing stories about ghosts and graveyards for Story-a-Day. Today’s excerpt is at the imaginary lake.
What do you think about ghosts?
