Ghost story.
It was the fall of 1993 the month of October!
The trees were almost bare with a few leaves still hanging on trying to prove to old man winter that the summer just could not be over
It was a time a time in the woods were the air had a Taste crisp as dew on your tong.
All the campsites were closed up with just a slight echo of forgotten warm days past.
Where the kids ran and played on swings in the park now dead still.
Hanging lifeless chains frosted over of a winter yet to come.
As I walked around the lake edge, I noticed a few die-hard campers chopping wood for a fire.
Those like me who stretched out their season as long as the weather permitted.
In the sky was a flock of geese honking as they flew overhead saying their last good by to hatching ponds.
Later As I sat on my father’s old trailer green porch deck sipping a hot cup of fresh made coffee.
I found my self-looking over the still almost eerie quiet lake service I watched the evening chill mist like fog start to roll off the waters top!
It was then quit suddenly I heard a noise over by the lake docks braking the October nights silence.
Something had caught my eye and my immediate attention.
There was a small boy standing on the dock ever so still staring at me through what looked to be hollowed lifeless eye sockets.
At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks.
As my entire being become very cold, I unconsciously looked away as a fear built up in side of me. I wanted that strange boy to just vanish I was afraid to look back would he still be there!
My thoughts raced as if I were just being foolish. The boy was white as snow and some how deep in side of me I knew he was dead a ghost!
I slowly turned my eye’s back hoping beyond all things he would be gone.
However, he was still there!
Motionless staring blankly at me his mouth opened ever so slightly.
I told my self to be strong and have the carriage to say something to him.
Hey, kid I said almost not finding my voice.
What are you doing there?
The strange boy seemed to be disinterested in what I had asked him.
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