The moon is nearly full. Ghosts are out to play. Perhaps my daughter is playing with one or two right now? I don't know. The darkness that ghosts bring to our lives may have pushed her to depths she can no longer return from.
I should think that ghosts hide in a cemetery on nights such as this. Perhaps that is what I shall do. I will sneak out to capture ghosts where they live, where they lie in wait.
I will report back when I can.