� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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Remember my late night spook experience from sometime ago? I may have had another one last night. It was late, yes, and I was tired to be sure. But I was awake enough to comprehend clearly what I was reading. And no, it wasn't a ghostly tale like last time. I was finishing a historical romance. A very good one.
In pausing to flip the page, I happened to glance at my open doorway. In the blink of an eye a very faint, opaque something passed by from left to right. I blinked again to see if, in my tiredness, my eyes were blurring or "filmy." They weren't. But it's a likely possibility.
I wasn't afraid; spooked yes, but not afraid. It was over in a second, and I was alone. It, however, fed my imagination for the ghostly story percolating in my brain. I may indeed have to start keeping a notebook and pen by my bed to jot any ideas down. Ah well, it's slowly growing in ghostly ideas, however, I need to firm up the plot greatly before the writing stage begins.
It wasn't like having a long day or a long week. The week seemed to fly, yet in the cases I mentioned, only one day had passed and it felt like ages had passed.
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Death is not the extinguishing of a light, it is turning out the lamp because Dawn has come.
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