Whether you believe in ghosts or not, we certainly behave with certain similar attributes. We appear out of thin air. It is similar to how you can never remember the beginning of a dream can you? You cannot remember quite how we appeared. We just did. We seemed to coalesce into your life with the ease of a ghost walking through a wall. We arrive and ghost into your life. In the same way as seeing a ghost, when you experience us, it is not an event that you will forget in a hurry. We sidle up to you, insert ourselves into our lives and make connection after connection with you as we feed from you. Like some wraith we attach outselves to you and steadily begin to suck the life force from you as we gorge on the fuel that you provide.

Often we will vanish just as we arrived, without any warning or announcement and try as you might you cannot find us again. It is as if we have disappeared off the face of the earth. Naturally we chose the moment of our vanishing act without any concern for its effect on you. We slip away like a mist evaporating. Once we were everywhere, woven around you and captivating you. Much in the same way as one might be transfixed by the appearance of some spirit. You are entranced by our appearance, there is something ethereal and mysterious about us that causes you to be drawn to us and then we are gone.

We are that elusive spirit that can now not be found. You might go to the same place where we first manifested but there is no sign of us. We have left no footprint, no trace of our existence when you try and seek us out, just like our spectral cousins and then suddenly we have returned. We ghost back into your life and continuing our haunting of you. We are incessant and ever present, drifting about you as we resume our extraction of fuel. We resume our draining of your spirit, leeching it from you as our cold, dead hands take hold of you once again.

People have many theories as to what ghosts are if they indeed exist. Some suggest that where there has been a sudden explosion of emotion, a heightened experience, then an imprint has been made on the fabric of existence. This imprint appears to those who are attuned to seeing it. That imprint is seen doing the same thing over and over again. It walks the same route, passes through the same wall and then vanishes only to appear the next night in the same place. The spirit follows the same routine like a piece of video film stuck in an endless loop. Just like such a ghost we engage in the same behaviours over and over again. The same actions all designed to haunt you as we extract our fuel. The same gestures, the same actions all of which must be replayed. Some believe that a ghost is the soul of someone who has suffered eternal damnation. He or she has been denied entry to heaven or hell and instead has been consigned to walk the earth for eternity, stuck in an unceasing routine. Our endless quest for fuel finds us in such a similar position. We must make our way through life, restless and never finding peace. We move from place to place, unable to rest and be satisfied. Instead we are driven onwards, plagued by the curse of our need for fuel. Thus we must haunt others, our appearance bringing dread and fear in the same way as terror follows the appearance of a spectre.

Unable to quite fit in we are ghost at the feast. Even when we have vanished there is a lingering coldness that strikes you to your core. You still sense us, able to feel the effect of our chilling appearance. You are wary and anxious as you know we will appear once again. Quite when is a mystery but as we first arrived and as we first disappeared we will ghost into your life and continue our haunting of you. Better consult that exorcist.

9 thoughts on “Spectral

  1. T says:

    Thanks to HG…….I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!!!


    1. malignnarc says:

      Maybe but I bet you have been slimed at some point haven’t you T?

      1. T says:

        lol! I have at that…..

  2. becoming observant says:

    Empaths everywhere are worried that you are depressed now…

    1. malignnarc says:

      I am, naturally, pleased to see such concern but I can confirm I am not depressed.

  3. nikitalondon says:

    I am alwas so fascinated not only by what you write, but the pictures you choose. It is so perfect together. I remember the city torn apart, or the flower path from the story of your family vacations, and many more. Never seen such a perfection on adapting pictures to a writing. I wonder if this comes from perfectionism and you are a strict perfectionist? LOL

    I rember this posting first appeared when a reader asked you to write on ghosting.
    I think it hits home to all of us that have been involved in a relationship with a N.
    There is something so true so true so true and its this ethereal and mysterious. All of the Ns I know have this characteristic, from my exes to those in my family and those at work. Its just this mystery feeling that sorrounds N’s. And its not only me feeling it but also other people that dont know they are Ns.
    I read in your books that you manufacture this mystery to remain interesting but I dont see it so much as manufactured….
    This is still something that I think about and dont really understand in the perfect way I like to understand. Maybe its that quest for fuel and that you have to be all over the place.
    This coming and going out of a persons life
    Brings exhaustion. And yes perfectly described, like a ghost you reappear when we have closed the book.
    In unexpected ways and time. Even when we ghost proof the house, its not possible to avoid the appearance, the dissapearance and then the appearance again. Even when we dont pay attention to your appearance, this appearance and dissapearance wears down emotionally anybody subject to this dynamics. Just by the fact of having transpassed the security measures.
    What sort of exorcist is there available?

    Thanks for reposting. Its always a pleasure ti re-read 😃. All so very well explained.

  4. bethany7337 says:

    Chills are running up and down my spine after reading this…the description of your kind being mysterious and ethereal is uncanny in its accuracy. That dreamlike trance and those metaphorical events that filled my days and nights. The relationship for me always had a spiritual quality to it, albeit a dark one. I know on a higher level it was a battle in my soul beteeeen choosing good or evil. I didn’t let go until we reached the gates of hell. This blows me away HG.

    1. malignnarc says:

      Thanks Bethany, I like your description of what it evoked in you.

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