Fantasy Or Fact?

It came in the night

The hairs of my head feel like creeping insects, my heart a ticking time bomb — fast, faster, faster… boom, boom, boom. My eyes can only focus on one thing, and that thing slowly moves and changes shape even as I stand there, rooted to the spot.
A ghost? A thing from outer space?
It looks so ugly. But what right have I to judge beauty? What right has anyone? What was it my mother used to say?
Beauty is what beauty does, or some such thing. But what is this creature going to do?
It’s moving and changing shape again…

Go to Writing For Joy to find out more — ghost or?