There is a ghost living in my house. 

She is a very friendly ghost,

And a very old ghost.

 

But she is not a very scary ghost.

 

Much more like Casper;

Friendly,

Happy,

Restless

 

Somedays she has more energy that I do.

Most days, actually.

 

My ghost never talks

Never even whispers,

Never even makes a sound.

 

But I can feel her 

 

Whenever she is in a room

It gets cold.

 

I have long conversations with my ghost,

About random things;

School,

Friends,

Family.

The norm.

 

And I tell her the most wonderful stories;

About knights and castles

About men and monsters,

About chilly autumn days and climbing trees and 

Speaking to my father’s gravestone.

 

Through all of it she never makes a sound.

My ghost just smiles at me

 

And Listens.