Theme Thursday - Collection/The Tenth Daughter of Memory - Trapped

Going wandering aimlessly down the halls...
Tall shelves alongside me, books staring down...
Running my fingers along the dusty spines...
Breathing in the musty air...
Dark shadows walk alongside my feet...
My back bent, hunched as I shuffle along...
Turning my crooked neck up to look at my books...
My collection...
Looking at the toolbelt randomly strung on this shelf...
The collection of peculiar tools just sits there...
Stopping here, at this book, this shelf...
This has happened before...
Where am I...
I can't remember anything...
I'm trapped...
A prisoner of my own mind...
Feeling along the walls...
Attempting desperately for anything...
Anything at all, anything to let me out of this prison...
A bat swoops down from the ceiling...
Brushes the top of my nearly-bald skull...
Back to reality...
Looking at the bookshelf again...
Why is this so familiar...
One book at eye level has a strange title...
Adventure, it screams at me...
Adventure...
Touching that book, it feels odd...
Trying to pull it out...
The book won't come out of it's spot...
Looking over to my desk...
A bust sits on the tabletop...
Waddling over to the escritoire...
Suddenly, I remember...
I pull the top of the bust back...
And press the button...
My shelf pulls back, revealing a cavern, black as pitch...
That's why that book felt odd...
Suddenly, I remember...
And I look down the poles that flow into the basement...
My hidden sanctuary, my cave...
And I remember everything...
My memory isn't what it used to be...
But I remember now...
I'm Batman.

(Sorry this has nothing to do with Collections or being Trapped!!!!! Just had a random idea!!!!!)

Theme Thursday - Ghost! Eep!

Ghost.

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?