24 Apr Ghost Drum

Finally, a place for the family to rest their bones. Little did they know theirs weren’t the only ones resting there. It was the eve of the Battle of Long Sault and the moon was red. I’ve explained my case and my wife and kids are look at me funny. They sleep but I’m awake watching sports highlights. I hear a noise coming from the basement. I hear drums.

The sound nears so brave as I am I grab my lantern and follow. I illuminate my basement and see ghosts of an Iroquois war party. They look at me and pass me a shaker. I join their rhythm section. They want to see if I’m friendly. After an hour they look at each other then nod at me and walk through the walls. With drums still on beat, I wave at them. They make their way to the next house.