Ghosts: an unseen/unreliable cold body

I

A closer look 

                  Couldn't keep sleep, pretending to suit brain's need staying closed eyes; you opened them. Your next move is to look on time while checking your phone screen. The clock just marked two in the morning; it wouldn't take that much left for ending it. Staring at the curtain's window you hear no sound but the wrecked car in the front yard. Letting it pass by might be your only distraction, not enough to suit your brain. Can't help without looking, you steadily look askance, next move; it was gone. Trying to unfocus by counting ceilings wholes while there were two staring at as if they knew you could see them; could they know, couldn't they? It would take a head turn for them to disappear, was it enough then, wasn't it? Couldn't help yourself more than closing your eyes by taking some pills

 Alarm rings make you open them. You've made it through another day with another you needing to lower your feet on the carpet for putting on some sandals, with another you turning the screw of the blinds to see if the neighbor put away the trash to recycle it on different stupid little boxes, with another you checking in with some coffee and drug medication. Walking down to take the bus asking yourself if it's psychosis letting you let them follow by on wall streets especially on Arthur avenue where the post-traumatic happened. You get to the station.

Climb the bus stairs wishing they could give you a break. You decide to walk to the last remaining site; by making your first steps they locate the theme's handbag on it to put on a jacket. For sure it was pretty cold outside so you turn around and grabbed the metal stick to wait for anybody's place. It was spooky the way how you could see them just by turning a look on someone. To give a better explanation to the fact that either you are psychosis yourself constantly or you are a schizophrenic maniac (for seen spirits), it's as if you could look up at someone and feel them running on the hallway, sensing how your arms go goosebumps and your heart starts to beat while your face shows nothing but your eyes do a second look. Oh, shit carl you shouldn't have done that fricking second look. It's too late for that anyway, bus stops you walk downstairs. It is a bit cold you wouldn't deny another cup of coffee at work, though it's quite lovely how sun rays on this town keeps it low key lighten up.

You are not such fun of sun but the fact of knowing a light environment keeps them away and try hiding makes you take a deep breath. You walk through the office, wave back to your boss and some random people that for no reason consider themselves as your friends just because you are kind by trying to sell them, I mean they are actually your clients but whatever. A person named Emilio walked you to the new main room highly unsuggested because now you can't smoke as the fact that everything has to be an "environmental", really boring day to be honest. You presented your design ideas which got changed by the headmaster who said "style captures context from a really creepy perspective, again make it easier to be understood". You did your coffee trying to put your thoughts off and somehow managed to get the attention of them, seem knew and personally very attractive; next to you helping themselves making a latte, you may only have spoken to them because they had Splenda sugar but never mind.

A little chat and she asked you to get along in her place by also saying "it would be lovely if you'd come" and you kindly answered you would think about it. Finishing work at almost evening, really exhausted just wanting to rest definitely not letting her offer make the way you'll take off the day, you really be getting annoyed easily when people say to get along and then there are more people casually invited. 

On your walk downstairs, you notice she was waiting with this really cute outfit and a really pretty smile made you deal with a wave and getting into her car, (alright make sure you aren't having the audacity to think that this might have a romantic turn, although if you are please make me a favor by selling this to an emo kid. Anyway, keep reading as if you are the main character and have total control even if you are been looked at by that shadow right in that wall on your left, sure the one you are looking right now, just next to you. Careful.) making her feel like it was worth waiting by giving her some free gum. You just got to her house and fortunately was a party, try avoiding eye contact with anyone so you can easily get back to your car, and nothing should technically go wrong. Still she grabbed your sweater and still she made you walk all the way to the living room. There were a bunch of people, you walk upstairs to find a quiet room and by the time doors ring people run downstairs for pizza. It would take a blink to find yourself alone, even so it was right there staring at you. You sit on the couch to stare at, this time it wouldn't move.

This time it would stare right back to you without making anything else as if nothing around was happening, quite impressive how clear it seemed to be. By the time a shadow runs in front of, it was gone. You try to follow the way the shadow went by walking downstairs, strangely you find nobody, besides you and yourself alone. Your next move is eating the remaining pizza, go for a drink in the freezer and feeling something moving towards a black door almost hidden in a corner of the room. Noticing it was nearly opened, you walk in. A room with really long stairs on a top to bottom direction, by each step you made it keeps getting darker and quieter until the magnitude of your steps slowly begins to feel lighter.

Something grabbed your hand from behind, you slip on broken wood and the door closes itself. Curiosity makes you look up and what you saw would give everything a complex and only sense, there where all staring. You saw this non-gravity space where a bunch of hands would be making the walls which will constantly try to take you to the bottom for barring you alive. Then all these voices calling and all these eyes staring at. You shock for a second, the next you appreciate, and the last you leave quietly. You start hearing music on your way up, grab your sweater, leave.

Still processing what happened, you get into the car, turn the keys, pull the gear lever, drive as if nothing happened.

It was 4:30 on a Sunday morning, you were sitting by a chair sick of putting words on the table, the very best part of it is that none of those written words were yours. Make a space on your schedule where you wish you could take off the external auditive conduct just to make sure not to hear another word from his fucking boring life he constantly constructs for not feeling sorry about himself. After getting into your head a few times you make sure to end the chapter, as well as reminding yourself that you just apply on ghostwriting Mr. Johns book to make your brain distracted with all the bullshit that has been getting thought and intensifying since the last month. We could really say that your brain has been playing with you as the hypothalamus jog your memory by constructing the idea of an air figure that will keep showing on, in every possible situation mostly when it is not required, make sure self harm is the first thought you have by waking up in the mornings.

The first time it showed up was in your childhood where your mom rarely appeared at midnight with a different man. Each night you would hear those noises and the only way of making them stop was by closing your eyes and imagining yourself situated in an alternative perspective of the room, with the sounds and the touch of your sheet, pillows, or how the environment was feeling. If you couldn't close the window because of the dust that would fall from moving, making strong winds enter by letting your feet discover just behind a small blanket or the skin of your back shivering, the clouds would let small drops fall slowly; taking you to darkness full of light blue spots which you will jump on and feel how your hair will smoothly go-slow motion by how strong the winds slowly moves it and by how comfortable could cold feel. You would forget about everything; it would mix as a puzzle and all of a sudden feel so right the fact you couldn't sleep would just disappear. Give a few steps towards the bed and phone rings, you decide not to respond. A message is sent, you decide not to respond.

The sun was rising in the lovely day on the beach, you were laying down on a big light green umbrella, and your feet were covered in sand. A flock of birds flying on the top of a huge mountain full of a mix of colors you haven't seen before. The best part is that you could have ice cream any time you wanted, or if you weren't into ice then your own butler will be useful and bring you the snack list (even if they all taste like air clouds, still they are awesome). Still, you wonder where must the butler go when she brings you snacks; so next time you followed. She appeared to be following a path of shells were a strong wind came by. Each step made you seem increasingly lost, by the time you look back the photo covered in warm colors had fallen apart ...

(BELL RINGS; laughs and whispers noises) "HEYYY It's twelve in the morning and you haven't finished my article jet, sheesh put yourself together and hurry," Mr. Johns said from the left side of the restaurant you packed your laptop, apologized, and went straight to work. 

You stable the car and walk all the way to your desk, without being able to get out of another thought rather than the closer look you got on that house. Maybe it was a hot spot for ghost to gather or something but you knew you could find some answers so you decide to invite yourself in. You saw her and apologize for leaving early, she asked you if everything was alright and you nodded. She guided me to her house where was just crossing Arthur avenue. You feel strangely calm, she makes you some tea and you do a quick look for the door but it wasn't there. You both talked and forget for a second the main purpose of the visit, it got late and you went home; laid on your bed for a while until getting asleep.

II.

Goosebumps

                It has been a while since you last see them. it seemed like all of a sudden everything you always knew disappeared as if you return from walking to crawl. you remembered; you could remember at last. When you drove back to Arthur's avenue you could get it together...You were nine by the time your mom jumped from the car while driving, you passed over the car crash somehow alive and mom's crashed her head on a mailbox. She died to bleed out while I was watching, I imagine how her blood could be a toxic liquid which if it make it to my feet I'd be intoxicated as mom's so I run. Crossing Arthur's avenue a polite guy kindly stand out of his car to ask you if there was someone you were looking such as your parent or the one who taken care of, you shook your head as denying and told him you got to get out of there or the toxic liquid would get on your feed, he said he knew a place where you'd be safe and you jumped on his front car sits. You made yourself at home until hearing those voices, kept imagining things to get rid of the bad feelings until he started touching you. The last memory was you running off and taking refuge in an abandoned house.

It was to late and you felt like taking a nap so you explain to your friends and went for lunch on your house, then you fell asleep. noises woke you up, a message is sent by an anonymous server who wrote you down "there's no time to stop, you have to keep running". You got confused and decided to give a quick walk around the park to get the thought out of your head. There were more noises it got louder there was a little annoying sound on your left ear as the hospital machine sound, it didn't stop. You run off. Without being able to keep it together you run all the way to a blind alley, you fall.

You never got to your friend's house's you went to the morgue to check your body.