The Ghost of the Miller Manor (residing dreams)

“Who are you?” I asked, but the sound came out muffled. The shape moved in front of me and the light of the moon revealed a small, dark-haired man. He seemed comfortable and at ease in the darkness. He raised an eyebrow at me and whispered, “What, you don’t recognize the ghost of the Miller Manor?”

He seemed surprised when I didn’t jump in fear, but then he only laughed. “I like you. You should come back to my place so I can tell you what’s going on. You have a right to know.”

“What is going on?” He had removed his hand from my mouth and I spit out the lingering taste as best I could.

“Yes. I will tell you.”

Puzzled, I followed the little man silently through the bushes in eager anticipation of what was to come.

....Whatever that may be.

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