The Lady In The Orange Nightie by Linda Downs


She wasn’t the first ghost

I ever saw

Nor was she the last

She first appeared

Behind me in the bathroom mirror

I was nine

I lived in fear of her for years

Scared of our encounters

Yet over time

I learnt she meant me no harm

Now as an adult

I know why she was there

Just like me and mum

She was trapped

By a heartless man