Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Nothing There

At night I drift by the headstone near. At night I drift hoping the cold will not give me fear, as I wait for sunlight in the morning light. At night I drift.

Rain overhead pours down on my face... the ghouls screech.

I look and watch and yet nothing is there. I look and watch hoping it is a creature. There is only myst near by where I once slept tight. I look and watch.

The myst comes near, and almost envelopes. I black out fast.

In the morning, I gasp, for there was nothing there.

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