theatrical_muse Write about an overheard remark or secret

You want me to pick *one?* That’s kind of hard...my whole life is about hearing secrets and whispers nobody’s supposed to hear. The dead are constantly telling me their secrets...and through them, more often than not I’m exposed to things about the living that should have died with the spirits that come to me.

I guess you could say that the things I’ve discovered are good...beneficial. Listening to the whispers of a ghost got me institutionalized, but I helped a dead man reclaim his identity, and got a lot of healthy people out of a place they didn’t belong. This gift of mine...it threw me into the middle of a case that rooted out a bad cop and saved a good person’s life...though maybe that doesn’t count. Considering the ghost spent most of the time *possessing* me, I didn’t get to overhear much. But I saw plenty.

We all have secrets...there’s always something you probably shouldn’t have said or done, but it’s there, and someone knows it.

And if that someone’s no longer among the living...you can better believe that skeleton in the closet will one day end up on my doorstep.


Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 199

fandom_muses: One Hour To Live

Okay, so I have one hour to live? Fine...I’d find Marcus and Jess and take them out to lunch. Spend my final hour with the people I love...and get one last decent meal in my stomach. I’ve seen too many people die alone and unhappy...I’ve felt the suffering of too many spirits who ended their lives unseen and unknown. I don’t want that for myself.

There’s more to it, though...most folks might try to earn a few last brownie points, but not me. I know what’s going to happen when I die. I know *exactly* where I’m going.

Nowhere.

I’m pretty sure by now that my son is dead...if I die, I’ll find out for sure. But I need to know the how and why...and I need justice for my baby boy. I refuse to rest until I know the truth...all of it. I will not go quietly on into...whatever’s waiting, until I know the ones who hurt Kevin pay for what they did.

I have a lot to look forward to by letting go of this world, I know. I could possibly see Kevin again...I *will* see Julia again. I’m sure of it. But it’s not who I am...I didn’t become a cop just to catch bad guys, I did it to protect and serve. It’s all I’ve ever known, all I really know how to do.

So...when my time comes? I’m staying right here.

And praying to God that I’m not the only person out there with this curse of a gift.

Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 263