A soul haunting around you - a memory floating about. The dead ones are the ghosts. Sometimes, the live ones remain the ghost of what could've been. A soul hovers down a hallway, a ghost. Do you believe in ghosts? I certainly do. Do you believe in ghosts? I certainly don't. Believing makes all the difference with souls. But not the memory. Not the live ghost, either. I don't make any sense, do I? Too bad. The ghost of my good writing and making sense is haunting far away, in the very corners of my mind. It's summer vacation - really, can you blame me? Ghosts haunting corridors, floating down stairwells, spooking the animals. Scaring the children. These very ghosts were once people like you or I. What makes them want to scare? What makes us afraid? If the ghost of a loved one were to come back and say 'Boo', would you fear them? You knew them. What would make you fear them now? Would you be relieved they are back, or terrified at their arrival? Would you run screaming, or hug their ghostly figures? The paranormal surrounds us, whether you believe in it or not, whether a ghost or an alien or whatever it is is there. A ghost floats by - do you notice? Do you care? Do you think about it? You might be a ghost someday - drifting down the hall. Spooking people. Do you want people to fear you? Think about the answer to that. You see a ghost, what do you do?
What would you do if you saw a ghost?
(sorry, I had to)
What would you do?