Be Aware of Ghosts

“No, beloved,” the haunted whisper came, full of dust, full of memory, “It says Be Aware of Ghosts. Not Beware of Ghosts. Know us and let us know you. Your precious bones, your warm blood, your rapidly beating heart.”

In the cold gloom, I breathed easier, in the haunted room, I felt at home. At last, at long last, I was home.