The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before the day passes, but others are burned up in a second. The laws of the dead are beyond the living; we do not understand their ways.
Hush, there is the step, a creaking floorboard in the unlit hallway. Light a candle—alright then, just flip a switch. There is no one there, only a memory. We heard the sound, but can you yet feel the ghost waiting to be heard?
Tale Told 