The Ghost

The yawning creak of the door as ivy branches tap the windowpane, dancing shadows from the candle caught in a draught from beneath the door. I sit in what is reputed to be a very haunted room waiting to see a ghost no one has ever seen. They’ve only heard the wailing in the middle of the night. Therefore, I’m sitting here my imagination wanting to play tricks on me as darkness falls. I’ve come to help this lost wailing spirit that seems bound to this room and to help release it into the heavenly light, also to find its secret why it is bound to this room. The town clock chimes midnight. I wait, but nothing happens. Maybe the lost wailing spirit has taken the night off. A voice sounded from the gloom. “Excuse me, are you still up? ” I looked around and there by the doorway stood a tall dark figure there. “Yes, how can I help you? ” “Please put out the candle as it is keeping me awake.” “But this room is haunted and I’m waiting to see the ghost.” Then came, a hearty chuckle from the dark figure. “So they got you at as well. Turn out the candle and get good nights sleep. There is no ghost here. Who on earth told you that. Whoever it was just tell them Smiler told you so.” The next morning after one of the best sleeps, I have ever had. I told the proprietor who had invited me. They laughed when I told them that Smiler had told me so. When they stopped laughing they said. “Smiler is the ghost we were telling you about.”