Ghosts

Something white at the window 

 I was sat in the office writing notes when a large morphing white figure slowly pressed itself to the frosted window immediately to my right. 

It was almost dark outside and there was a bang of something hard on the glass

I shit myself 

And let out an unmanly squeak 

I am the only person working at this part of the hospice.

Another white figure appeared .

Looking out of the dark

I opened the window very carefully.

Ten Kashmir goats, were happily grazing on the hospice gardens as gales started to lash the Orme

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