The Ghost's Mysterious Dream

The ghost drifted through the empty halls

His spectral form gliding effortlessly through the walls

Every night, he'd close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep

His mind filled with strange and mysterious dreams

One night, the ghost dreamt he was standing on a windswept plain

The sky above was dark and stormy, the ground beneath his feet was hard and unforgiving

The ghost felt a surge of fear and tried to run

But his incorporeal form could not move, trapped by an unseen force

This was no ordinary dream, something deeper and more real

He fought against the darkness, struggling to break free

And as he reached the brink of consciousness, the ghost woke up

His spirit trembling, his mind racing

He was back in the house, safe and sound

But the dream stayed with him, haunting him like a memory from another time

He knew he'd never forget the strange, mysterious world he'd visited in his dreams