Ghost Poetry Night

Date: 8/31/2017

So I was the ghost of Edgar Alan Poe but I was a girl, but I would dress up like a man so people would appreciate my poetry better. Every night my ghost friends and I would gather at this field near my house called Ford field (it's a park, not where the Lions play). We stand organized in strait lines and recite poetry (All of the ghosts are from the colonial times). One night, this guard shows up from England's army. Not any of the ghosts approved, except me. So we get through the poetry reading, and the guard is happy and seems to love my poems. A few years have passed, and I, coming back from the tavern. We haven't done poetry nights in a while, so I'm dressed normally (like a girl). While I'm walking through the field, my ghost friends start to show up spontaneously. Once again, we were having poetry night. I quickly throw on my hat and buckle my shoes. I was already sort of dressed like a man anyway since I wasn't wearing a dress. All of my ghost friends reunite and they all seem happy. Until the guards show up. Now, the guard who attended the last poetry night really liked it, so he decided to tag along with some of his friends and their wives. My ghost friends got angry, but we accepted it and mingled. I woke up and my dog threw up.