Summer Ghost Stories

Summer Ghost Stories
By
James R. Wordsworth

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The season of summer had come to Romani Ranch.  And so too along with it came the many perks and draw backs of the season. Gone now where the woolen tunics and dress of winters heart and spring birth. Now the garments worn where light cotton dress’s and shirts, sandals sewn and stitched from leather and strips of cotton now took the place of heavy boots and work shoes.

Summer was also a time for exploring and one of the many popular haunted locations that dotted the lush and colorful land.  Many of brave souls armed with only there wits and a bow or sometimes a sword would travel from the lowland’s of Woodfall to the highland of Snowhead, in search of rumors and new stories.

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The moist summer air was filled with the chipping of Cinders and soft buzzing of mosquito’s filled the air. The sounds of nature and summer where all about and one could not forget about the faint animal noises the grazing cows made as the looked up from there evening meal of hay and grass.

Slowly with there black noses poking into the air they peered with there small beady eyes toward the sight of two young children tweens one would say making there way down the hard packed yellow dirt road that connected one of the outlaying fields with the main cobblestone paved road.

“Boy gathering milk is a real pain in the but.” Said the one to the two. He had long golden blond hair and. Befitting the season he wore a lose fitting cotton blue tunic and good home-made pair of Sandal’s money had been short this year and the struggling new family had once more been forced to make a good bit of there clothing.

“Look on the bright side, the cows are giving a lot of milk, the chickens are laying more eggs that they should and are little vegetal garden is really coming along. We still have some late crops coming in. And if all goes to plane, we can finally collect some back wages.” Said the girl. She spoke with a commanding flare.

“Hmm three and a half a hour.  Still that’s pretty good I guess.” Said the boy of the pair. His long golden locks of hair seemed to drape easily over his shoulder blades.  This paired with his honey golden arms and his budding form was enough for one to form a image of a young prince or a strong well cut farm hand.

“Well we did agree to work for half wages. Sides, sister can only afforded to pay us that.” Said the girl with pretty long red hair in response the boys whining.  There was a slight musical quality of her tone of voice. A trait that was pretty common to her family.

“True and we are getting room and board out of the deal. Anyway what to you think we can talk sister into taking us to this years Obon Festival.” Asked the boy with golden blonde hair. Obon was one of the two main festivals that marked the Termani calendar the other one being the Carnival of Time. Both holidays played a key part in the folk religion that bind the many races and creeds of the land together.

“I’m positive she will al