He was pointing to the ghosts
They were swarming around
One was looking down on him
It was stooped over
They followed him everywhere
He would talk to them
They were unruly
Always ready for trouble
He didn’t have any friends
At least not real ones
He was always in company
Followed
They were hard to control
Ghosts always played up
They would look everywhere
He tried to shoo them away
His voice was soft
He leered at one
He pointed
Then swiped the air
The ghosts never listened
They would bother him
They ridiculed
He was followed
