Are these the spirits that haunt my dreams? Why do they appear in picture but not in person I thought
to myself. How very strange. I shook it off and went back to writing my book. Quite a few hours went by and I was getting
sleepy so I decided to go sit out on the back porch. I fell asleep in my recliner and woke up just as night had began to fall.
I sat there for a few moments more to see if I would get anymore visitors.
An old woman appeared carrying a candle. I invited her in to sit down and we talked about all the
strange things happening. She told me that the land I have been living on was once site to great battles. She told me it has
now been converted over to ancient buriel grounds and that is why I keep envisioning the spirits I do.
