The Ghost Garden- Aelia, 3rd Victim

Growing up out in the middle of nowhere, I would often look out at the Garden near my home. It stood alone and did not come with a home and no caretaker that I ever saw. Our house the only one for miles. Strange lights so bright would sometimes dance in that garden. I was oddly unafraid and pulled towards it. I would ride my bike down the dirt path leading to the overgrown but lush garden, where I would hear whispers of many different voices. Throughout my childhood, I would write the whispers down in a diary I kept and many years later was able to piece together the stories from what I now call The Ghost Garden I never did, thankfully, meet the sole and apparently deceased gardener. Whis...View all