Apr. 21st, 2006

glowinthedark: (Frank So Alone)
You’ve gotta be kidding me, right?

Suffice to say...yeah, I believe in ghosts. They’re my stock in trade...they’re who I am. I deal with ghosts every single day, no matter what form they might take. I track them through the shadows, I lay them to rest, I see, hear, and *feel* them.

Then, of course, there’s also the dead people I see everywhere I go.

Talking about the horror-movie ghosts is easy. They’re almost what you expect, but not quite. When they take physical form, yes, they’re pale. Sometimes they bear the wounds that killed them. They’re cryptic...mysterious...they flicker in and out. They move things without being visible. They come on a chill breeze that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

More often than not, though, the ghosts I deal with are tied so deeply to the *other* kind of ghost that it’s hard to tell where one ends and another begins. You find a spirit with a secret, and soon you find another, and another...the ghosts of the past, present, and future swarm you like bees, droning so loud you can’t hear, can’t see through the thick shadow they cast.

I’ve never seen him on *this* side of the veil...the one between here and *there*, I mean..but Kevin is my ghost. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake how badly I failed him.

I’m a private detective. Ghosts of memory, ghosts of the past...they’re my stock in trade, not to mention my poison of choice.

But the dead? I guess you could say that the dead are my specialty.

Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 276


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