"It was in a room with a piano, its ivories cracked like ancient teeth, that I saw the thing. And I say thing, because it cannot have been a man, though it looked very much like one. It stood half in the moonlight, half in the shadows, and I could see the cracked plaster of the wall through its shoulder. The moonlight fell through it like water. And then I was running so swiftly through the house and out the front door that I did not say or think the word--ghost."
--From my fiction

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