Ghost

The graffiti covers it. On the wooden steps, I sit. Written on the walls are evil smiles. I haven’t seen anything so scary in a while. So as October wore on, I would walk past that building at dawn. I would step on a leaf. And felt a sense of grief. This building is empty, I think. It used to be a skating rink. It used to be used daily. Then it became unpopular and they started to leave. I guess unpopular is the right word. The most accurate thing I’ve ever heard. One day, I painted a friendly smile on the wall. As if that would make up for this lonely fall. I could break in anytime I wanted. But they say it is haunted. “Keep Out,” the sign said. So maybe I’ll go to bed. Maybe he won’t follow me home… The ghost that roams. But he does like graffiti that people write. So I wrote a funny joke one night. They painted over the wall the next day. I think this ghost will make them pay…