the interesting thing about last night (believe it or not)
I met a ghost last night, and i don't know what her name is or what she's doing here in this little cottage but i do know that she is the ghost girl from my dreams and she needs me to help her with something and i don't know what that something is yet.
I woke up in the middle of the night and there she was, watching me from the corner, and in her red eyes i saw a strange kind of longing that gave me a strange kind of deja vu feeling i could not place and we both sat there in the darkness for a while saying nothing, her because she actually can't talk, and me because i had never seen a ghost before.
After a while i said, 'Are you the ghost of my one true sweetheart, the girl i have never met, here to take me with you to the afterlife at any costs whatsoever?' and she shook her head, which made me quite happy because i once got told by an old fortune teller lady that if i met the ghost of my one true sweetheart then i would be in big trouble.
Actually as it turns out she can't speak. She can mouth words but i can't hear them at all even if i get really close to her mouth. Even though our bodies are on the same plane of existence, it would seem that our voices are on another altogether, but i guess we should be thankful that at least she can hear because otherwise that would make things really difficult.
I have had to ask her yes and no questions as a way to understand exactly what is going on with her, but i still haven't found out all that much.
She was twenty one when she died, and she still does not know exactly how it happened. She wanted to pass a message to someone but as of yet i am not sure who that person is or if they are still alive. She has a sad smile that always seems far away, which i suppose makes sense as in a sense she really is very far away, even though she is also right here.
In the morning she disappeared, and in a strange turn of events, so did the rain, so i went out as soon as i could and drove to the nearest shop, which is actually quite far away, and bought some food. The old man who works behind the counter said 'you look a bit tired boy,' and i said 'yes sir i am,' and he said 'i heard about you "tired" young men and your drugs and your women keeping you up all night and i ain't all that good on the fact it's a healthy way of life but admittedly if i were your age i'd probably be off at all hours in the truck with some women and some of that hashish and we'd be partying so i don't mind you sticking around and doing your thing so long as you don't do nothing wrong by me or my kin,' and i said 'ok. i think i'll go now,' and he smiled and waved me off.
I feel so much better now that i've eaten. It's incredible.
I slept through the day and woke up a little while ago to wait up for the ghost girl to come back again.
Come to think of it, i don't even know what her name is.
Blake out.
I woke up in the middle of the night and there she was, watching me from the corner, and in her red eyes i saw a strange kind of longing that gave me a strange kind of deja vu feeling i could not place and we both sat there in the darkness for a while saying nothing, her because she actually can't talk, and me because i had never seen a ghost before.
After a while i said, 'Are you the ghost of my one true sweetheart, the girl i have never met, here to take me with you to the afterlife at any costs whatsoever?' and she shook her head, which made me quite happy because i once got told by an old fortune teller lady that if i met the ghost of my one true sweetheart then i would be in big trouble.
Actually as it turns out she can't speak. She can mouth words but i can't hear them at all even if i get really close to her mouth. Even though our bodies are on the same plane of existence, it would seem that our voices are on another altogether, but i guess we should be thankful that at least she can hear because otherwise that would make things really difficult.
I have had to ask her yes and no questions as a way to understand exactly what is going on with her, but i still haven't found out all that much.
She was twenty one when she died, and she still does not know exactly how it happened. She wanted to pass a message to someone but as of yet i am not sure who that person is or if they are still alive. She has a sad smile that always seems far away, which i suppose makes sense as in a sense she really is very far away, even though she is also right here.
In the morning she disappeared, and in a strange turn of events, so did the rain, so i went out as soon as i could and drove to the nearest shop, which is actually quite far away, and bought some food. The old man who works behind the counter said 'you look a bit tired boy,' and i said 'yes sir i am,' and he said 'i heard about you "tired" young men and your drugs and your women keeping you up all night and i ain't all that good on the fact it's a healthy way of life but admittedly if i were your age i'd probably be off at all hours in the truck with some women and some of that hashish and we'd be partying so i don't mind you sticking around and doing your thing so long as you don't do nothing wrong by me or my kin,' and i said 'ok. i think i'll go now,' and he smiled and waved me off.
I feel so much better now that i've eaten. It's incredible.
I slept through the day and woke up a little while ago to wait up for the ghost girl to come back again.
Come to think of it, i don't even know what her name is.
Blake out.
posted by Kenshin at 9:15 PM
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