Monday, February 17, 2014


“Clean up the ham shack.” I heard some version of this throughout my 'youngster-hood". From time to time, humans make messes. I am a human.

Fascinating - the concept of ‘haunted’ and things related. Suspicions can run deep and sometimes manifest in illusory fashion. And so it was.

I remember running up the stairs from the basement imagining that someone or something was chasing me. Just like magic - when I reached the top the 'chase' ended. I won - many times.

© 2013 Buzz Hill

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