The mind doodles of Golgotha_tramp

Sunday, May 21, 2006


Ghosts are a funny thing.

I've never been afraid of ghosts before, I've never had time. I've always been to busy with my life, with what I'm doing to think about others that have gone before me. But just recently I've heard the chains shaking in the night, the moaning in a silent room.

I've always believed that thinking about ghosts is a reflection on you, nothing wrong nothing to fear, right? So why do these haunt me? Why do some people refuse to stay dead? I've not gone looking for them; I've not felt them important to my life. These aren't my ghosts, I have dealt with mine. I got out the holy water and shook it about, got the young priest, the old priest, the ambient music and shown them the door. Sure some came back (a ghost loves a delayed sequel, you know the "five years later when she thought it was safe.....") but I chucked them right out on their ears again, I'd moved on and they should have too and if they hadn't it's too bad. No, these aren't my ghosts, if they were it'd be easy "lather rinse repeat" change the locks, click my heels and tell them to run and jump. These are someone else’s but like all naughty poltergeists they like to latch on to their quarries affection. So here I am a boogey woman under the bed, pulling faces in my mirror, scraping branches against my window.

How do you tell someone you love to get rid of their ghosts? Especially when they deny they have them. Why is it that someone who's gone's feelings are more important then mine?


At 6:07 PM, Blogger frankengirl said...

How fascinating (and eerie)—to be plagued by the ghosts of another (of someone you know and love?) - or by these naughty poltergeists, as you call them (yes, I love the expression!).

“(a ghost loves a delayed sequel, you know the ‘five years later when she thought it was safe.....’)

What a great line. In fact, this post reads like a short story. With a tweak or two, you could submit it to a horror anthology!

At 9:45 PM, Blogger MikeChau said...

Wow...I use to think I've heard of ghosts at my place...but when I moved out they probs stayed at the old place.

Swap places

At 10:24 PM, Blogger simmi said...

I have learnt to accept my ghost. They both fuel and weigh me down.

My inspiration, my muse is the ghost left behind for all the times I died, but didnt pass away.

They remind me of all the loves that I lost, the friends that I had to part with, the lives and countries that I was forced to leave.
Its only due to not denying them, or threatning to put them at rest that I no longer have to fight the sorrow.
Their haunting reminds me of who I am...

On a lighter noter, I have finally replyed to your comment to the beauty issue. So please accept my apology and come check it out.


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