The old lady


Sudeep's Journal

There lived an old lady at the end of the street. People said she was a witch. It had already been seven years since her husband died and she lived alone in that big house. She had a lot of estate and wealth, but also nobody visited her. It was a three-storeyed house, and big trees surrounded it so, there was never a shred of sunlight there. People said it was a haunted house. From the balcony, she used to catch a glimpse of everyone. Every time I walked outside the house she was there, every time I played she was there, she was always looking at me. At least I felt that way.

Every night she would come to my dream wearing a black shawl wrapped around her body with only her face visible. She used to chase me with an apple in her hand & I ran every…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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