IT IS AN ESTABLISHMENT ROOTED <\/span>at the corner of crossroads called The Halfway House and built of hard stone set down upon the earth centuries ago.<\/span><\/p>\n A place where lost souls frequent and drown their sorrows with half-empty glasses. Upon the tabletop, the news is a familiar headline and destined for chip papers tomorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n Two gather, huddled around and bent over like hags staring into the abyss.<\/span><\/p>\n One has a question while the room shadows grow darker around the edge. Might a light extinguished? Or do you not notice the night creeps closer?<\/span><\/p>\n What can we remember? Not much, if anything at all. Let me say my friend, you are a good listener.<\/span><\/p>\n Remember the wailing banshee that sings out in minor key laments? A sad refrain atop the gates where solemn processions pass that parade of lost souls, and the truth is, my friend, we should have endured it to the end.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ve still one more round, even though last orders called again, and back there, the night holds onto such strange things.<\/span><\/p>\n Deciding there would be no more tomorrows, a time when downed a glass full of sorrows, sang a little rhyme mother taught as a babe to lay down to die. But, in the blinking of an eye, returning on a road straight to hell.<\/span><\/p>\n I guess I\u2019m trying to help you in some small way. You\u2019ve forgotten what you know and what came before, friend. I\u2019m telling you, fella, you\u2019re familiar, a little deja vu, see, the same old soul just wearing a different overcoat.<\/span><\/p>\n Stay a little while, take one more for the road and trust me, see it out, live for a new tomorrow, or it\u2019ll be my round again and in the company of another. Are we the same or no different?<\/span><\/p>\n -end-<\/span><\/p>\n back to previous episode<\/a><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/splinter.png\")
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