Ghost

He was six foot five inches tall. He wore a hooded cloak. His arms were not visible and the same went for his legs. The cloth was fluttering without any wind to help it. He never moved. He stood. He was stationed on the sidewalk. The face was not distinct, but he did have a jagged jaw that protruded through the darkness. He was darker than the black of night. He gently whispered Samur Og Jafn, Samur Og Jafn. His battered voice sank into the speakers. Ricocheting off the panels. His purpose repeated nightly. His children would swarm around him screeching and snarling consuming everything in earshot. Each night he dug into me deeper and deeper. I talked to him through my mind. He did not like what I had to say and I haven't seen him since.