Ghost and Shadow

Inktober 2016 Day, The Twenty-Fifth: aye ''tis a sad state of affairs the fate of the not-so-merry Jack Foster-Winthrop. Always haunting his moonlit estate- now belonging to ye great great great grand son's property. This poor wretched ghosty seems doomed to stalk about the place, creeping like the ivy across the walls of his old castle of a man-made house. Yea, but his ache goes unseen for he is sadly undetected and altogether alone and--HARK! What's this? YEA, it be a shadow at the guest room window! Aye 'tis the figure of a woman! And she be looking in his direction. I wonder now- could it be that she sees him? Can a shadow... see a ghost?