Gossamered ghost.

Listening to the eerie whispers of a wandering nightwind,

Her mind drifted past the verge of wakefulness, into the distant vista of a restless repose.

Persistent sounds of lament invaded the quietude of her slumber,

And pursuing the sounds of anguish, she wandered into the voids of darkness.

There in the darkest tunnels of a nightmare, was the ghost, gossamered in cobwebs of past.

It's soft sobs echoed through the dreary darkness, that enveloped them.

As her hands stretched out to comfort, it's pallid fingers pulled her closer to it's visage

And two orbs of cimmerian darkness, pierced through her petrified soul.

It's gaze went past the gilded veneers of her intact persona, till it reached her very core,

That harboured dark secrets and deep-rooted fears, beknownst to no other soul.

Then it's wan visage broke into a ghostly sneer and scornful laughter pervaded the calignous passage,

Causing a layer of cold sweat to form on her forehead and a whimper to escape her lips .

She thrashed and wailed to escape the ghost's morbid clutches

And drenched in fearful perspiration, she woke up, alone, in her mattress.