It was the annual feast of St Mildred the Lingerer patron saint of ghosts, ghouls and gooblegooks and the ghosts in residence were arguing.

It appeared that Cedric the Disgraced, the twelfth-century abbot whose ghost had been committed to an eternity of floating the halls of the now derelict castle was in conflict with Randy the Inebriated who had fallen from the castle turrets during a drunken party to celebrate his twentieth birthday. Randy being new to the ghostly business and only recently been allowed to show his face among the legend of ghostly figures now cramped into the castle, or what was left of it after time had ravaged it the way that only time can.

Cedric was taking umbrage at the intrusion of Randy whom he considered disrespectful and a right Johnny-come-lately and therefore had no right to be putting his nose into the feast celebrations.

A cloud of dust rose from the spot where Cedric had stamped his ghostly foot. This caused a moments fascination as none of the other assembled ghosts could muster a breeze let alone a cloud of dust.

Randy didn’t like being a ghost, he’d have preferred to have survived the fall, but fate moved in mysterious ways, and he had to get used to existing on the top of the castle and pondering what it was that made him think leaping from the top was in any way a smart move.

After much toing and froing, the feast was organized and Cedric looking as smug as a ghost could look took the lead and led the ghosts in procession to the basement of the tower where he proceeded to give the annual feast day lecture on the life and times of the castle and of their patron, Saint Mildred.

His presentation was interrupted by the arrival of Mildred’s ghost who in her usual way scolded Cedric for referring to her as a woman of loose morals which led to her downfall in the first place.

Mildred then presented herself in all her saintly brilliance much to the applause of those assembled including Randy who wondered how he might achieve such brilliance as he found himself once again tripping on the highest turret and plunging again into the castle moat, which still ran dry.

Written for: https://scvincent.com/2018/09/13/thursday-photo-prompt-spectral-writephoto/