Ghost story.

I was maybe twelve?
One night there was a noise, in the hallway.
I opened my door to check.
It was pitch black, but..
..There was three floating heads.
Glowing white in the hallway,
Saying something to me.
One of them looked like my dead nan.
Can’t think for the life of me,
What they said.
A warning.. about something or other.
I remember it, clear as day.
Just can’t remember the warning.
Yep, Mama must have put extra arsenic in my tea,
That night. 
But I remember it.
No idea what that means.
...Have you a ghost story?
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I write to an unidentified ghost sometimes. He muses me. 

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