The move was welcome, pulling her out of the depths of hell. And the new place old, built on the ruins of a dissolved priory, was perfect for her. Absolutely right.
Until the first night.
A presence in the room, a presence that seemed to snuggle against her when somewhat fearfully she slipped into bed and with some trepidation turned off the light.
She tensed at the undeniable touch of that presence wrapping around her. Enfolding her, warm with love.
She named him Casper, the loving ghost, not at all unwelcome.
91 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unwelcome