Write from the perspective of a ghost or spirit haunting the place they most enjoyed being in life. Perhaps this was a library, or a particular café or a church.
Poltergeist
My hands pass across pages as winter winds that sneak through unseen cracks in crumbling Georgian walls. A creak in the floor as my translucent form presses the scant weight, as if a half-remembered detail was smeared across paper in an attempt to erase it - the ghost of it still taints the page of this world. A lone shopkeeper shivers as I read over their shoulder, leaning a little too close but still they stare right through my hand as I attempt to flick the page. The spider in the corner salutes every time I drift by - lonely companions in the twilight.
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