I always wanted to ignore them. If I pretended hard enough, then they just wouldn't exist.
My friend Pablo ( kungfuonline) recently linked to an article from the NY Times about the residences that the BTK killer hit, and their current inhabitants. All very creepy and generally deeply disturbing.
What I wonder is, is the idea of the ghosts frightening, or the reality of them? They are here, in the brand new (clearly no hauntings here) home I occupy, in the edges of vision and things you don't quite see. They exist in the places where the sun spots are, the bright echos of things you have seen and know to be true. They have been with me since my surgery earlier this year, though they frighten me. They exist in the in-betweens. Rub your eyes and there you see them, in the negative. I deny them, to no avail. As I turn. As I descend the stair. They overlook me, yet they look over me.
This, at least to me, is more frightening than any of the BTKs that exist in the solidity of this world we are sharing. If only I could hear them. Thank God I don't hear them.
What can I do? Only wait for them to dissipate.
Beginnings of my novel... Combined bits of prose and wild imagination.
I have seen them.
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I know exactly what you mean.
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