“Come on, Grand Pa, tell us a ghost story PLEASE!” The kids gathered around the old man’s feet begged. The fire-place crackled and popped as wood jumped into flame casting long shadows over the walls.
“Alright, alright…but just one. and it has to be a short one.” He smiled and eased his old bones into his bent-wood rocker. As his bones settled and he was comfortable, he leaned in to speak lowly to my brother, my sister and myself. His voice was low and he spoke with a timbre that was perfect for ghost stories.
“One night, a man awoke in his room in the dark and said, I wish my candle was lit so I could see…and then…” he snapped his fingers which made us all jump our eyes flaring wide. “it was.”