Moonlight
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Last published Sun, Apr 24, 2022
"He heard singing. A Heavy Operatic Tone. A Woman Singing. Singing with the Violin Music playing. It was beautiful. But it wasn't coming from the speaker.
It was coming from outside his Window.
His gaze turned to the window. He adjusted his Glasses so he could see better.
What he saw had him in awe.
A seemingly Young Woman danced as she sang on his lawn.
Her skin was pale. Her Hair Silver. She danced in the Moonlight as if the air around her did not exist.
An otherworldly sight."
Steven Kellingston.
A man who lived alone on a hill, surrounded by trees, away from the small town of which he worked as an everyday police officer for.
He has been alone for years in his Small House on a Hill.
Then one fateful night he began seeing the ghostly figure of a Young Woman from outside his home. Only to disappear when he tries to speak with her.
From then on he begins to question his sanity.
Until he finds others who too have also seen Moon Spirits
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