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The Ghostly World Journal

by John Riley

So thinks to myself well let’s try it. I’ll leave the bedroom doors open. Oh, let me just add they’re the bi-fold types, full length, swing in or out, made of wood from two coffin lids.

So, I’m thinking I’ll leave them open to the landing, see if any entity should walk in on me while I’m asleep in narrow bed.

What do you reckon out there on the earth plane? Seems I did have a dream, woke up aware that a moment ago a couple of faces leaning over me having a good old butchers at what’s lying in the coffin.

Forgot to mention I have a rather comfortable casket to lie in, very warm and a big improvement from the cold ground. I’m always falling out of bed so needed something with high sides. Found this one dug up, no point in letting it go to waste. I mean there’s a recycling team out there, take the dirt from under your finger nails if you’d offered to shake their hands. Just a few bones scattered inside, gave them to the dog. Anyway, it cleaned up a treat.

So I’ve kept the doors open when I’m asleep and I do feel I’m more aware of my dreams when woken up like I mentioned before. Anyway throwing the offer open to you lot reading these journal entries. What triggers a dream experience for you, cheese before bedtime, a hot cup of chocolate, a short story from us at The Ghostly World?

Let us know maybe you could share some of the more exotic dreams you have, second thoughts maybe not. Keep in touch see you again the other side of midnight.

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The Ghostly World Journal

by John Riley

Such a biting cold stinging day I have kept myself indoors and fired up the heating to keep the place snug.

From the comfort of a warm room looking out from the window you’d have thought the bright sun radiating such a welcome coaxing one to come out and play on this day.

Pretending might I add, it is a masquerade my readers. No, it is certainly not a spring day and let me remind all we are still in the grip of winter here in The Ghostly World.

So I’m relaxing a little from story telling and throwing my thoughts out there, sharing one or two moments here in The Ghostly World.

I’ve invited Thomas Flyte over for a natter get the lay of the land and all that. But I must be on my guard when he offers his small gifts, you know, a token of appreciation for the hospitality.

Left me a punnet of mushrooms. Fried up nice with egg and bacon. Had an amazing six hours after that meal most of the time laid on my back swatting fairies buzzing around my face.

Anyone care to let me know what breed of mushroom they were and where to buy, don’t seem to find them in the local greengrocer’s

Feel sure Thomas will read a few poems squeezed into the fireside chair. Here’s one of Thomas’s pieces by the way hope you enjoy it, transcribed from an entity known as – The Shepherd.

Sheep

When born and do not know but follow as flocks of sheep
and gather in herds to pens that keep
watched over by eye that wolf in sheep’s clothes
that feeds on life and steals marked souls.

And when from rutted tracks you leave
those rich tapestry pastures lifetimes weave
and know you will when returned to home
that you bleated but did not roam.

Born are lambs to slaughter born on earth
to bleat and suckle and new in birth
that grazes and follows while lone wolf sees
those that count and those that flees.

All rights reserved Copyright Thomas Flyte

additions by Valentine Heart/Thomas Flyte

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