Little ghost feet dance down the hall,
rambunctious giggles drift through the air.
Little phantom fingers trace over the wall,
stay sharp, for you are in Little Ghost’s lair.
An interesting child a few might say,
But whence in her presence, be very ware-
For to look at her as a devil is another way,
As many a non-observer has been left with a tear.
Submitted: May 01, 2016
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