The unseen forces dwell around me,
Some just whisper to be free, just free,
They house on the old ancient trees,
It's quite nice to enjoy the breeze,
But once you are a target,
That's the start of their game,
It's evident that most people say the same,
That you hear a whisper of your name,
Little unfortunes happen as people say,
Mostly experiences encountered during the day,
I have heard lots of stories from people around,
That people insanely do rounds around the trees,
And later found fainted or sitting freezed,
Some babble and laugh or just giggle,
The old stories keep people away from this area,
As the community has created sort of a barrier,
A notice read:
"Caution: Ghostly Whispers on patrol
From 12.00pm-2.00pm
Keep out of this area"
I was quite curious to find out about this,
And later decided to take a stroll to meet the risk,
The trees were quite old but stood bold,
With soothing breeze cool to cold,
I stretched my hand to catch a branch to hold,
My heart thumped as I heard a whisper in my ear,
Startled I turned around in fear,
But no one was even near,
I felt my cheek slightly pressed,
Then I saw a figure in white dressed,
An enchanting smile,
I stood helpless frozen for a while,
Then as fast as I could...I ran,
I knew the stories were true man!
Till today I've never tried walking near those trees,
Even though they provide the most enchanting breeze...


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