Part one of the Shenandoah series.
Chris sat in the dark, alone. He listened intently as he heard soft sounds echo through the house. A glass of scotch sat next to him, the bottle a little more than half empty. Shenandoah's 'Ghost in This House' played softly behind him on the CD player. His face held a blank look, sad and depressed. He heard the voices of Sarah and Adam down the hall. He walked to his bedroom. There he found Sarah's silk nightgown on the floor, the memory of him gently taking it off her ran through his mind. He walked into Adam's room, his toys scattered all over the floor from when they played with them the morning before his murder. He wandered room to room blankly absorbing everything. He'd left Adam's room untouched and his own; unable to sleep in it since Sarah had not been there on the other side of the bed, her body so close to his he swore they were one. The phone rang, but he didn't pick it up. The mailman came, but he didn't care. Life wasn't worth living if his love wasn't beside him. Since both his loves were gone he was nothing. An empty man filled with only his memories. Only a ghost.
| I don't pick up the mail I don't pick up the phone I don't answer the door I'd just as soon be alone I don't keep this place up I just keep the lights down I don't live in these rooms I just rattle around I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house I don't care if it rains I don't care if it's clear I don't mind stayin in There's another ghost here She sits down in your chair And she shines with your light And she lays down her head On your pillow at night I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shell of the man I was A living proof of the damage heartbreak does I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body, my soul I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control It took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house
Ghost in This House |
Part two: Southern Sunday