Hospital Ghosts

                The world outside was shivering in cold while I occupied a spotless white bed inside a warm hospital. 

Sometime during the wee small hours of the morning, my pains and aches were getting the better of me.  I decided I might feel as well if not better to sit on the side of my bed for a while.

Unsteady footsteps aroused me from my miserable reverie.  I raised my eyes to see a witchy looking figure plodding its weary way by my door.  This creature was clad in a long flowing black robe that swept a pair of bony heels as they protruded from a pair of floppy black shoes.  Long stringy black hair draped the shoulders as well as framing the pale fact of this arrangement of flesh and bones.  The face was made up of eyes set back in deep sockets, a long crooked nose and a big thin lipped mouth.  Misery was deeply written on the creatures face.  A pair of long bony arms was folded about the belt line clasped at the elbows with claw like fingers.

What was I to do?  Run I could not.  To sit there was misery adding up to more misery.  I gave one swift glance around my room to find another one of these strange weird creatures clad in white in front of me staring me in the face.  The longer it stared the bigger its eyes got.

If ever a poor mortal being was in a fix I was.  I began to try to collect my wits and reason this thing out.  Hospital ghosts, eh?  I became groggy and numb and gave up.  “Welcoming death I am ready to go with you.”

After what seemed to be an eternity, I aroused from my stupor and begin to try to reason this strange thing out.  The white ghost was my own reflection in a mirror at my bedside and the black ghost was a neighbor patient.  All these wild imaginings had been brought about by the medications.

By: Lula Gregory Flynn