Laid to rest

Laid to rest in her holding cell, deep in the ground is where her body is found, but as for her spirit, it haunts the graveyard

I feel your presents

I can tell your around, haunting these grounds, a ghost to some, a loving memory to others, in glimpse I see you but not enough to capture you completely

White noise

The spirits of the dead are trying to communicate, can you hear them?

The opening of our walls

The opening of ones self to the paranormal, opening up to a ghost.