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.

15 thoughts on “Ghosts

  1. shaynashah says:

    life is not full of miseries and sadness. often there are reasons to smile too. keep writing and keep smiling. I liked reading it but I truly hope you sort out everything soon.

  2. Santefe says:


    I am a ghost chaser. Actually, at first I became a ghostbuster and that’s when things got ugly. I quickly learned that ghost don’t want to be seen much less “busted.” I was searching for my “best friend” who I thought got lost only to realize that he was a figment of my imagination, something make believe that encompassed many of my childhood fears and wishes. He had to be here I thought. I hear his voice, I see him move, I eat his leftovers but I can’t seem to find him anymore.

    Frequently, he disappeared into the night as most phantoms do. (no opera house in sight, other types of houses if you will). He also had a disappearing act, he must have confused himself with a magician at times. I certainly did. Magic is exciting, entertaining and playful. Magic keeps us in momentary awe. They can pull a bouquet out of their top hat. Oh yes, I remember that magic act once upon a time. No more flowers for me; they need care, sunlight and water. (just a few of life basics) Impressing me was a long gone effort to say the least; he took his act on the road seeking to increase his audience. Eeewww, just thinking about it now gives me the hibbie jibbies.

    His actions were apparition like, barely visible at first, and quite unexpected. You see, I had brought my spook back to life but he apparently preferred being invisible because what’s “real” takes love, emotion, devotion, fortitude and commitment on its very best day; life is grand. Ghost must believe they have many lives to lead.

    He would briefly return to haunt my house because he had no home of his own. Ghost want to come and go as they please thru thin walls. My house lacked boundaries. for easy entrance and exit. He’d briefly pretend to be Casper, but hardly, he was no friendly ghost. Then poof, he was gone. I would hold a seance hoping in some child like, Wigi board-esque way that he would reappear. The formal term is necromancy, the orbidden practice of magic involving communication with the lost or dead. Forbidden was the pivotal word that I chose to ignore.

    He preferred surrounding himself with other creatures yet I was the delusional one always imagining things. Hah. He surrounded himself with the like, demons, monsters, witches, and other want to be legends. People who wore masks. My words were useless, plus ghost don’t want to see the light, they avoid it with their vampire friends. Timothy 4:1, that they “come to deceive people and draw them away from God and into bondage. As a result, attempts to contact the dead may lead to unwanted contact with a demon or unclean spirit…you can say that again Timothy!

    My ghost lingered in interim states when he needed me or couldn’t keep up with his zombie friends. Invasion of the body snatchers, he was aging poorly. Lack of sleep, night time callings, among many things, were getting the best of him quickly. Did he think he was supernatural? I hope not, he is super nothing right now.

    My Talmud talks about avoiding “shade שד”: a creature that lives and dies but consists only of a form but lacks matter that forms mass, thus rendering it invisible. Hmmm, maybe that was it. Where had his “mass” gone ? I had not felt it in so long.(wink wink) Others actually likened “shade or shedim” to a snake like creature…that too would have been more then appropriate. Sigh…. I was scared, he was scary hence the return of the cowering girl.

    I stopped the chasing and didn’t even realize I went into mourning for a perceived person lost; such a strange concept. How could I not realize I was mourning. I’d have settled for even the ghost but even he had disappeared. He wanted to be worshipped but I was only offering love. Some ancestral cultures do worship ghost but that isn’t my culture anymore.

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  4. Echo says:

    fitting for today. the last paragraph is so perfect it is chilling. the residue of a person. where I come from people believe that ghosts are seen or connect only by who want or need to see them or connect with them.. and we also consider them as having something unresolved to face… do you ?

    unable to quite fit in? in what way? you normally seem to be the life and soul of everything …

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I have much that is unresolved. I have learned as of late it is far more than I realised.

      1. Love says:

        Is that why you are colder lately? More professional in your responses. I say its been about a week that you seem withdrawn.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Interesting that you perceive that Love.

        2. MLA - Clarece says:

          Wow! He was much more austere and restrained the first 3-4 months of the blog. There is quite the contrast, I promise you. That was really interesting you thought that. I just kind of thought that he has still been playing catch up since his extended trip about a month ago, plus now he does phone and email consults.

      2. AH OH says:

        To realize is the first step of anything. I hope it’s for better things ahead.

      3. Love says:

        Hi Clarece. You are probably right. I’ve only been on the blog for a couple months.

  5. High Octane Fuel says:

    Yes, you are a lot like a ghost in the ways you suggest. But the way in which you are most like a ghost you didn’t mention. It’s when you give us one of those empty stares as you watch us writhe in the pain deliberately caused by you. We pleadingly look up into those vacant eyes and finally come to terms with the fact that there’s nothing there. There’s no one inside of there. It’s an apparition. There’s no more denying it. We’re being haunted by the remnants of a human being whose humanity was cruelly snatched from them just as it was beginning to develop. Never to return. No, that’s not a human being looking down at us, drinking up our pain. It’s a tortured ghost. A ghost suffering eternal damnation in desperate search of its life force back.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I like what you have written there HOF.

    2. bloody_elemental says:

      I like the words, but I don`t agree.

    3. MLA - Clarece says:

      Spot on. Reminds me of HG’s blog on how they are never around when you truly need support.
      I remain shocked at how cold and abrasive they could be and flip it on and off like a light switch.

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