Haunted

I've always flirted around with ghosts. My teenage self owned Ouija boards and held seances with a regularity that did not extend to anything else in her life. She also fully believed that a ghost named Ernest lived in her bedroom. Sometimes late at night she felt Ernest brush her bare back and whisper nothing in her ear. She'd wake with the hair standing on her arms and the back of her neck. She never could actually see him but she felt him watching her from the corner of the room. It occurred to her that she should feel afraid but mostly she just felt sadness and longing.

As she grew older, into the self she is now, that teenage self gradually stopped believing in ghosts. But sometimes at night she remembers those ghostly sighs. And sometimes when she looks up into the faces of old buildings, she sees stirrings that no one else sees.

Yes the top pictures are crying to be fucked with. I'm not entirely happy with the bottom one...but I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the orignial yet. This was just some play.