Ghost Stories

[Salem]

//Taverns are abuzz with hushed whispers of strange sightings of late. Some claim to have heard voices in the shadows. Flickering figures waver on the edge of one's eyesight, only to vanish when noticed. Water moves on its own without the aid of a breeze. Under the warm sun, spots of intense cold fog permeates. Of course, more level headed folks dismiss this as drunk talk to be ignored.//