Deep into the night one very very late evening my friend the ghost came to me.He was so charming and friendly that he invited me to his home in Ghost land.
Yes,that night I followed into his home land - the home of ghosts.
It held my hand and led me flying through the air.I literally was flying just above ground just as the ghosts would,legs never touching the ground.It was quite a distance from my bungalow but we were traveling or flying at quite a fast space.I could not recognized any of the areas we went through,anyway it was dark.
There was a dilapidated wooden house which looked some what like a place of worship it was difficult to tell for sure.Neither were the surrounding area well maintained and sightly over grown with creepers.The place appeared deserted with not a soul or ghost around.
The only creepy thing about this place were the numerous graves.Well,no ghosts were to greet us either but my ghostly friend explained that, that were their resting place.No presence of ghosts does not mean none were around he claimed for most of them were eying me suspiciously.
Most of the quite invisible to my naked eyes and being brought in by my friendly ghot other ghosts did not want to reviewed themselves otherwise their very appearances will frightened me to death.
It was quite obvious that place was different from all other grave yards.Seeing it is believing.Well I have been there,no joke.
to be written when inspired.
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