The Ghost

The day after…morning gleamed its way along the brick walls and the silence hung heavy, as if the raucous evening before had exhausted the aged building. George Kirk smiled to himself as he settled into a stool and stirred the phantom coffee in front of him. These were good people. He was glad they were bringing life back into the place he had been guarding from the beyond for so many years. And now, life was beginning to come full circle. Things were getting interesting down here again..