This weeks prompt on Sunday Scribblings is Ghosts
I don’t understand why we get such a bad press. We didn’t choose to become ghosts. One minute we were alive in our earthly bodies, and the next we became a sort of weightless vapour. I thought I was dreaming so I tried pinching myself, but there was nothing to pinch. I found it quite amusing at first, but when I suddenly got an itch I was nearly driven mad by not being able to scratch it! See, it’s not all fun.
I float back there sometimes, and I do manage to communicate with one or two of my old customers. The new landlord, just like me, refuses to believe in ghosts. The funny thing is though, he has actually seen me without realising it. I know, because one evening I was hovering over Ginger Dick’s head. Now he has been known to ignore the law that forbids smoking in pubs, but on the night in question he was completely innocent. But the landlord yelled at him to put his cigarette out! He said he could see a cloud of smoke above Dick’s head!!
I’ll tell you what the most frustrating thing is. Only some people can actually see us. And no matter how loudly we rattle and bang, very few people can even hear us. There are several people I would love to scare the pants off, but I can’t seem to anything to attract their attention.
.Now this will probably surprise you, but even we ghosts get scared sometimes. Yes, really! For instance, get anywhere near an extractor fan and you get sucked in and blown out again at a hell of a rate of knots! It happened to me the other day and I lost a bit of myself. I found it eventually but it was frightening at the time.
So, if you can read this, you must be a believer. You may say you are not, in which case I am communicating with your subconscious. Whatever, it’s been good to see you - I just hope you’ve seen me!