Ghost

this house has been my home for as long as I can remember.

not that my memory does me much good anymore.

i don’t really feel like a person anymore.

i just- exist.

i had a chance to get out of this place, to move on to the next stage, but i was afraid.

i died young. i wasn’t ready to leave. i thought if i refused to go with him i could stay here. and it worked.

just not in the way i had hoped.

i would have been able to choose what happened to me.

i could have gone to heaven, or been reborn as someone else, or met however many gods there are.

but i passed up on my one chance to do that.

so now, i am stuck.

people live here, i can tell.

but it’s hard to know who they are. i hear their voices sometimes. there is a girl, with a high voice and a beautiful laugh.

she reminds me of me. maybe she is a shadow of me.

i think there’s a boy, too.

i miss my own family. they all left this life long ago, never knowing that i was trapped in the very house they lived on in. eventually they were gone, and new people came. they left too. at least it seems so. these people feel different.

it is so hard to tell. i am only a shadow. i cannot

see

or feel very well anymore.

i died so suddenly

but i have been trapped here ever since.