I have been reading up on interesting South African ghosts and a rather intriguing mystery involving a ghost caught my eye. I thought I would have a go at writing a fictionalised account of this ghosts story. This is the beginning. Let me know what you think in the comments.
A ghost and his gold
The rapping intruded on his thin early morning sleep. He was tired and didn’t want to wake up yet. The cock had not as yet crowed. No sliver of morning light slipped through the cracks in the wooden shutters.
The rapping continued, dragging his mind upwards towards wakefulness. It felt like hard work as he forced himself out of sleep and into a wakeful state. He opened his eyes in the total blackness.
“Pieter, are you awake?” the loud whisper floated through the darkness.
Pieter climbed out of bed and stumbled across the…
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