Someone has called my name and her voice is tempting.
I step out slowly amidst the house’s horrifying darkness.
I hold my shivering hands, memorizing my steps.
Breath is heard like a stupid hell.
In the distance, white is glimpsed.
I touch it, it’s wet.
The horror-struck shout’s heard.
Mom’s facial cream!
I’ve mistaken —
Ghost.
- Luida Cabatana
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