When I sat on the bench I pulled out by camera and notebook. I took a quick picture of the playground and the cemetery beside it to use as the picture for my story. I put my camera away and opened by notebook to the next clean page to write my short story while I waited.
What do I write about? Well, just random things. Usually I'll try to find a prompt on the Internet but today I was struck with an odd inspiration to write about my friend.
Now, what does that have to do with this playground and cemetery? Well, that's a secret that I'm getting to.
As I was saying, my inspiration was to write of this playground and the paranormal things that I've seen happen here. Weird stuff that no one would believe is true. Things that I can see that no one else can see... ghosts.
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Goodbye
ParanormalWhat happens when a small town girl form Louisiana moves from her friends to Colorado? What happens if some of those friends are ghosts? Are they really ghosts?
