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.