Feeling hallow Feeling empty

Void of love Void of peace

Alone just drifting Through life

See all those people Happy and sad

Some angry some mad

See the couples holding hands See how the little ones dance

Can I feel somthing If I tried? Could I hold your hand If you cried

No it gose right through And you feel cold

If you were alone Could you see me

If I were free of this pain And able to walk again

Would you run into my arms Would I feel your warmth

If I held you would you stay If I were human what would you say?

But I’m just a ghost Empty with holes

I don’t have a place to go I feel so left alone in this house

Tell me if you could see me What would you do?

Would you run away? Thrust a cross in my face?

Or would you stand there And accept who I am?

Love me like you love your own kind

Tell me if I were real would you be my friend? Like I have been since you were young?

Don’t remember me? It’s ok

We would have tea together Stare at the rain I would sit with you when you were in pain

Everytime you hugged yourself I was there Wishing you’d see me

#3764

I’m Clarke. I’m a ghost. I have been for the past 12 years, after my untimely death from a car accident.

At first, it was terrifying. I couldn’t interact with anything, nor could anything interact with me. I scream and no one hears. I cry and no one notices. I’m nothing. Nothing.

After the initial shock, I didn’t know what to do. No ghost has ever communicated with the living, thus, I don’t know how much longer I have as a ghost.

I see no other ghosts. I only see tangible lives all around me.

I’m bored again. I have been bored everyday for the past 12 years. I can’t sleep. Ghosts can’t sleep. There is nothing to entertain a ghost. Why? Because I’ve seen everything. I have everything. I’ve seen the best shows and greatest movies. I live in a grand abandoned mansion alone. Without pain, life feels like a stroll in the park.

There is nothing to entertain a ghost.

Let me rephrase.

There is nothing that doesn’t hurt other people to entertain a ghost.

There is only one occurence of me hurting the living. I was one and a half years into being a ghost. I decided to haunt.

I’d stay at the home of any family and send wind currents inside, opening and closing on doors. I’d cast malformed silhouettes of strange figures to be recored by their cameras. I always loved their reactions.

Now, when I look back on those times, I feel an ache in my non-existent heart for having scared innocent people. I feel ashamed and deserving if punishment.

It’s night time again. I will roam the parks again, like I have done so every day for the past 10 years. I’ll check on my family again. They were eating chicken last night. How lovely.

This marks the end of today’s entry. This has just been a recap of what has happened to me for the past 12 years. This journal is the only thing keeping me sane.

• Clarke 25/09/2019

The world hasn’t changed too much. Everything from the plane of existence is here in the realm of ghosts. Almost everything. Buildings and landmarks are pretty much it. Nothing worldly. Nothing to possess. It isn’t like we are human either. We have the shape of our human bodies, but it is like a cloud or air. Not really there. I can walk right through walls. I can’t feel anything, not even the ground. There isn’t any sitting. Just walking. Not any sound. We don’t even have to move our mouths if we don’t want to. I can just think what I want to say and they can here me. Otherwise nothing. You have to want to speak to someone for them to hear you. It’s kind of lonely because every ghost in this plane is mopey. Nothing to do. I have spoken to a few ghosts who are a bit more friendly in so that they respond, reluctantly. They say you could be stuck here for the rest of your days. Some of them have heard of others making there way back to the real world. That there is a way to cross over. But those ghosts have never made it back and no one knows how to go about it. I wish I had a way to go back. I don’t want to haunt anyone or possess them. I just want to be in a world where there is sound and movement other than ghosts. I don’t want to be lonely any longer.

I stood there leaning in the mantelpiece my feet on the ceiling my eyes a dark grey staring at the sofa that held the current owner mistork mansion. A small gentleman by the name of Jacob. He was asleep his cross word draped over his lap. I quickly flew to the study and picked up a fountain pen a flew back to the living room and took the crossword from his hands. He was always hopeless at those I looked down at the paper and went to the library.

Hours later I had done it. The library looked like a bomb had gone off in it with books scattered everywhere. I waved my hand and the bookshelves grew arms they picked up the books and placed them back pristinely I then flew to the living room and placed the paper back on the table with a note that read

“Jacob dear relativity was Albert Einstein not Jaimie lee Curtis he’s an actor not a physicist” U then flew up to the attic and had a game of cards with Jacobs owl. We played snap

Zzzz Ghost Ghastly! Ooo Water splashing As the ghastly wind Tip toe through my Window