Ghost of the Waystation

The truth about the old waystation

The old waystation where Joe Ghost roams

Most know to not go, although

friendly apparition or no

Joe don't bother me so...

He don't like to talk alot

Mostly keeps to himself

stinks like damp wood rot

But I pay no mind to the smell...

 

Been here for 3 years and we've had not a quarrel

even when he brags about being immortal

Or when I piss in his portal

He don't like that...

Me and Ghost Joe get along just fine...

Most of the time...

when he holds a civil mind...

Maybe he's just a product of my odd imagination...

Ol' Joe Hunter did die at the waystation...

But was that real? or did I construe that too?

do I even have my sanity or did I lose that too?....

 

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