Someone’s P.O.V
I have been living in the darkness for good, I was born in the dark, raised and thought my everyone under the dull and black cave somewhere here.
I had always dream that someplace I could see a ghost, someplace I surely embodied and talk to them, how was their day? How’s the place they been? What they will do next?.
My mother always thought me about the supernatural, spirits and unseen organism that is travelling here and there. I wanted to be the one who could at least talked to them, I mentioned to her that what if there were possibilities that I met them? Or is there a possibility that when my parents now are a ghost I could still see and felt their presents?
That’s my idea when I was young, she laughs at me but I explained that because I don’t want to lose them, I can’t live without them, so if they will go at least I could still see their spirits and their smile for good.
For many years of the unseen curse, I only heard my mother’s voice, the sweet rhyme of her lullaby and the calming presence of humming lips becomes my friends and most of the day my best buddies. The darkness wasn’t a problem yet I could still felt that I wasn’t the one who is living in this dark cave, I felt like someone or a group of people is watching me, maybe they are the ghost indeed. But why they don’t let me see them?
My father was my buddy for some time he will let me and gives me the opportunity to go out to the cave, then greatest of the time the voices of ghosts becomes closer to me, clear and loud. They are laughing, I could felt the happiness inside for they are a group of boys and girls, I just pretend that I don’t hear them, so they won’t be distracted and I could still hear their conversations and their presence.
I remember the day, I tried to talk to them, first I heard the two boys talking with each other, they are ghosts surely for I can’t see who they are, they are the ghost of our neighbour cave, I tried to talk to them but the problem I don’t know if they are facing the north and I am facing the west, when I ask what are they doing, I head no more. No voice of two ghosts I heard. That’s the lesson for me, I just hear them and never talked to them so they won’t leave me or they won't attempt to say something when they felt I could hear those ghosts.
Yeah also sometime I could hear the ghost talking about me, how skinny and ugly I was, but like what my mother said I just had to ignore them and pretend didn’t hear those ghost to avoid any problem.
I had this question, is everyone had dreams that could see the ghost? Is everyone had the time to listen to them too? Sometimes I heard a crying voice at night near my bed, I heard that very often, wow it’s the same as the voice of someone who gives me a lullaby, wow they are the same. The rhyme and the tempo are similar.
I also heard the two voices of ghost fighting with other. Are they fighting for food? Is ghost eats? That what in my head when the topic is all about food, I wanted to ask what is their favourite but I remember my mother saying I must not reply back because it might end not good for me, especially when a ghost is fighting, so I just closed my ears with my two hands.
Why voices of ghosts is only heard? If I want a superpower can I just had the power to see them even I can’t talk to them? What do you think?
Can I tell you a secret? Will agreed that you won’t tell anyone? It's about me and the reason why could hear the ghost.
I just remember that most ghosts saying something about me and I heard it clearly. I don’t want to be hurt so will you also agree that you won’t tell me what is the meaning of the words they said? I am living in a cave and I don’t want and even I want to I don’t have the capability for there was a chain that locked at me.
Will you promise? Okay, I will tell you for I trust you now.
I heard one old lady telling me “Poor boy he’s blind”. I heard the group of boys ghost says “He is ugly, see the colour of the eyes”. I heard my other mother says “You were a special boy”, what does the blind mean? Are we not all blind? Could you hear those ghosts too? Or just it’s me?
THIS IS FICTION, BUT BASED ON SOMEONE STORY I HEARD SOMEWHERE. THANKS FOR READING…
You must re-read it again.
no to ghostsssss ang creepy