Nowhy don you tell me

Don’t spin aroundtoss it back to me I asked you.

Ive told you my experienc . .

. . Your trut . .

. . Fuck your truthmy experience  wha I experienced

                                                             Don malign it make truth chop salad

crossed his arms over his chest  taunted What’s a ghost?   Define ghost for me.

Fuck youdefine Ill tellya exactly wha a ghost is

                                                      In the doorwaythe threshold of the bedroom an immaterial crepelike old man creeps up frames himself in it

I sat up in bedasked Whasup old man he froze then backingout into the hall he fadesfadesfades to nothing  Over the top of me a young woman floats I can see through her Shes clothedbedclothes says my name threefour times The first time a ghost has ever wakened me said my name The old woman Ive not seen but I can feel her presence I can smell her  She smells like a warm kitchen breaddough  Spice   Dust

Several times in the livingroom during the middle of the night theyve made a racket I go out there an yell Woudya cut it out people are sleepin  Once the next morning going to the kitchen to make coffee all the cabinet doors above an below are wide open

    Ghosts

You

buddyboy plies him with some dictionary definition from AI Assistant punched it into his phone while he was talking

Trouble with youyour leaning on science It disregards anything it cannot prove

Ive experienced ghosts dozens of times in many different places around the country

You never will

    No.

             Because I’m not hysterical.

laughed hard

                  Broheim  Youre a scream were changin the subject

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