This House Full of Ghosts

This house is full of ghosts;

Not the kind that shriek

Or harm

Or frighten.

They are not made of that sort of malice.

These ghosts are more subtle in their haunts.

You’d notice them by a chill in the air.

An ethereal breeze caressing your cheek.

A gentle hum of music from times long past.

A scent of roses that no wilted petal could produce.

Or perhaps, if you’re lucky,

You’d hear a soft voice welcoming you in.

This house, this home, is full of ghosts,

But not the kind you see in movies.

The kind that seeks revenge.

No, these ghosts are of more pleasant times:

For what better ghost is there than the memories of a life once lived?