I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm scared sometimes. This isn't supposed to happen to someone like me. It happens to those other people. Like the ones who say those crazy things on TV who are trying to get their 15 minutes of fame promised to them by Andy Warhol. I wasn't even born yet when he was making cans of soup popular art.
See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. I'm an educated guy, studied art in school, traveled a bit and I have an analytical mind. I'm not supposed to believe in the possibility of ghosts or the supernatural. That's for those gullible folks who live on the fringes of society.
Shhhh. Did you hear that? No?
Okaaay.
What I don't understand is how my ghosts are manifesting themselves during the day. In all the movies I've seen, the TV programs I've watched, and all the books I've read, show that spirits only come out at night.
My ghosts don't only haunt me at night. They haunt me during the daylight hours too! Because they don't follow the rules.
Its just not right.
Are you sure you didn't hear anything? Really? Your sure?
Well, okay.
Its not like they come out when I have friends over anyways. I've never seen them around when other people are here. It's like they get all of their joy out of haunting me while I'm alone.
It's very irritating.
Why? It's irritating because when I tell someone who is alive, they don't believe me. They either think I'm kidding, or crazy, or both.
Its not like I have a lot of proof to show if the ghosts don't manifest themselves when somebody else is here. They don't do any major poltergeist activity. Like start fires, throw furniture around, or wield a weapon which could hurt me. They mostly sneak up on me and go boo. Appear in my bathroom mirror while I'm shaving. Or just stand around my bed until I wake up.
It doesn't sound dangerous or too scary I know, but how would you like it if five ghosts stood around you in the morning, watching while you got dressed, go to the bathroom, take a bath, or do anything!
They have no boundaries and they are always trying to scare me at the most inappropriate time.
What do you mean they are board? I have my own life to live and what happens if I ever get married? Should I bring home a partner, to this place, so they can be tortured day and night alongside of me?
That's it. If you won't help me I'm either going to get a professional exorcist or sell the damn place.
What? Oh, real mature.
Sticks and stones. You don't even have any bones!
This is,
Me Saying I Have Fun With My Ghosts
Jim Hauenstein
And,
“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
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That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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