I was supposed to have been home with plenty of time to get my steps in (which I barely have), and write a good story for tonight. After all, the show closed at 2 and it was only going to take us like 20 minutes to pack up and load out.
Little did I know we would be waiting for our pallet for SIX HOURS. With no timeframe for when to expect our stuff and with the facilities folks actively trying to take the table out from under us… it was a whole thing. And now it’s nearing the end of the day and I don’t have a story… but I do have a trio of spooky limericks! Haven’t done those before! I hope you enjoy these – one is even conference-themed, to go with some of the other stories this week. I’ll be back with another full story tomorrow.

I.
There once was a girl from the Glen,
Who danced with the dead now and then.
She twirled through the graves,
To the songs silence gave—
And never was seen again.

II.
A booth sat abandoned at three,
No badge scans, no leads, no coffee.
Yet whispers began,
From a long-missing man—
Who swore he’d checked in for load-B.

III.
A mirror that hangs by the stair,
Reflects what should not be there.
It grins when you pass,
Through transparent glass,
And moves when you’re not aware.