Lost Child
Submitted by Ron Nash In wee hours when darkness cloaks his room the ghosts come haunting. Flickering candlelight dancing shadows on walls, horrorstricken from it all. Enshrouded memories, confounded moments…
Submitted by Ron Nash In wee hours when darkness cloaks his room the ghosts come haunting. Flickering candlelight dancing shadows on walls, horrorstricken from it all. Enshrouded memories, confounded moments…