INKtober ~ Day, The Twenty-Seventh
I suppose the Living can haunt the Dead too... I saw a pretty Ghost frequenting the corner of the streets at Oglethorpe and Habersham at 'Witchin' Time. So I kept going there until I saw her again- at which point I gave a slight bow and began to doff my hat. But the Ghosty sensed my thoughts I surmise and said she was 'old enough to be my Great Great Great Grandmother...', and continued on her Eternal Way...ah well.