On
the
small view
screen raised to
my eyes the louvers
of each shutter blink rapidly.
A digital image records
and plays the shutter
blink for one
watched by
a
ghost.
'This
is
my house,'
says the ghost,
'and I haved lived here
for many years and watched people.
Alone I see you walk, chased by
ghosts and haunted by
demons, in
search of
a
friend.
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