Haunted by a Tree: Fantasy

The tree was whole and standing tall outside her window, its leaves rustling in the breeze, and that was flatly impossible. It should be gone, dead, cut down after the lightning strike that that split it down the middle and killed half its leaves. She'd wept when she ordered the tree to be chopped down, but chopped down it had been. The wood had been chipped into mulch that was now protecting her raspberry bushes. It simply Was. Not. Possible. But there it stood outside her bedroom in the moonlight, its branching swaying slightly in the breeze, its leaves rustling, and that one branch tapping lightly against her bedroom window. She buried her face in her hands. She was being haunted by a tree.


Inspiration: Unsure
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: It is too early in the morning for my brain to make logical connections, so this is what happens!