A Spirit World Story
The ghost sat morose on the tree bough, a white rope swaying in a breeze that blew a hundred years previously. Fabric that had long since decayed into the soil beneath her feet swayed with a white shimmering beauty about her legs. Her bones, her flesh had been decomposed and had become part of the tree. Indeed her spirit wasn't in the apparition at all, it resided in the heart of the trunk. On the night she died the tree's spirit had reached out for her and taken her in, guarded her from harm. There were evil spirits abroad the mighty oak had no intention of giving her up. She had been his daughter for longer than she had been the child of her human kin. This ghostly girl was happy, content, her memory of life erased to return her spirit to the pure state.