He came to my childhood bedroom every night: silent, colourless, translucent, sad.
One night he was waving his arms, telling me to get out. Then he vanished.
I ran outside and hid in the woods.
That night my father, deeply disturbed, strangled my mother.
I never saw my saviour again.
After trying a lot of different jobs, Arthur Brown still has ambitions, but he’s not sure what they are.
Chilling! I wondered about the ghost – perhaps the father’s previous victim (his son). If it was a ‘she’ it could have been the father’s previous wife. Nice though.
Thanks! Always nice to get feedback and read other people’s ideas!