We have a haunted place at our house.
It is nothing out of the ordinary. Not dark, dank or hidden. There are no cold patches or dripping ectoplasm, no disembodied voices, no clanking chain, the hair does not stand up on the back of your neck and yet, there is a presence, a female often glimpsed, waiting.
Where is this place you ask?
Its the mail box and I am the haunting!
For my birthday I shouted myself a copy of "Enchanted Adornments" and I am waiting, waiting .......
Woe is meeeee. Why is the rest of the world sooo far away? Why does it take sooo long for just a little package to make its way here? Doesn't UPS and Australia Post realise that this is a matter of life and death?
Every day I visit the mail box and visit again just in case it is coming parcel post but nothing.
Wait! was that a vehicle at the bottom of the drive - be right back........
No *Waaaa sob*