"The spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee, are again" -Edgar Allen Poe Greetings & Welcome To SpiritKeepers! kklioioioioioooo The "White Lady" Of Bachelors Grove Work hard to unearth the new hauntings and keep the old lore alive, for many of the stories That shaded our cemeteries and lingered over our abandoned buildings are forever lost. So while some of us will wonder about the light burning in the old warehouse, or quicken our step in the dusky graveyard, or pause to make sure those are our own footsteps echoing off the attic wall �?most of us won’t. Yesterday’s stories, like yesterday’s spirits, draw their power from being remembered. In the absence of memory, legends die, and like forgotten ghosts are left to fade away. - Joe Richardson- The Brown Lady Of Raynham Hall I am Ghost I am in the shadow that creeps across your wall And in the fingers of the wind as it tangles up your hair; I am in the corner of the eye of the stanger lurking by; I am Ghost. I am in the shriek that shatters your sleep And in the dance of the branches of the dying autumn trees; I am in the silence and in the shouting, too; I am Ghost. I am in tears weeping on your window And reflected in the puddle in a fold between the ripples; I am in the loneliness as she reaches for the phone, And in the empty house, that aches for a family that will never return; I am Ghost. I am in the echo of hollow laughter gone; I am in the rip in the wallpaper and in the old patterns peeking through And in the yellowed newspaper stacked in the hall; I am Ghost. I am in the invitation forgotten in the drawer And in the legs of the spider who lives beside the light; I am in the rusty ring on the claw-footed tub. I am Ghost. By: Leslie Rule |