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I see ghosts. Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word. I feel them. There's two who live in this house, one, a gentle woman, who silently watches the tears that stream down my face, sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. I feel her eyes on me as I try on dresses, spinning with a smile across my face. I think she liked dressing up, her spirit radiating with delight when I do my hair and makeup. But when I do it for only my own Pleasure Is when she's the happiest. The other is a man: Tall, I imagine. He stands in the dark corners, making the shadows feel less alone. He breaks the silence, banging on doors, running through the halls. His soul is full of sorrow, but in a way that feels Familiar. I feel him watching as I read, late into the night. And yes, for most, that sounds creepy, But for me? It means I'm not alone. There was another, at the house I used to live in. I have no idea their gender, Only that they meant no harm. They played with the photos that hung above my desk, moved my socks, and felt Protective in a strange way. It resided in my room, and my family didn't like coming in, but the ghost never gave me anything more than a silent sense of wondering. In my family, everyone knows our spirits live on, be it their Christian or Native, (Or both, as I am.) We know that every late relative sprouts wings to fly. My Nana is a black butterfly- She often flutters by, checking on everyone she loves. Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly- I don't see her as much as I used to, but I know she hasn't forgotten me. Prince became a hawk: He watched me for weeks, sitting on my roof, flying above my head, until my grief began to heal. And like my grief will never fully leave, I still see him, wings spread against an open blue sky, saying 'hello,' In the moments where I couldn't need it more. I think sometimes, souls get lost in that process, or there's no one to see their Change. So they remain on Earth, in a way that most people can't see. But I see them- And so long as I do, they will never be alone.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
"I see Ghosts."
I see ghosts. Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word. I feel them. There's two who live in this house, one, a gentle woman, who silently watches the tears that stream down my face, sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. I feel her eyes on me as I try on dresses, spinning with a smile across my face. I think she liked dressing up, her spirit radiating with delight when I do my hair and makeup. But when I do it for only my own Pleasure Is when she's the happiest. The other is a man: Tall, I imagine. He stands in the dark corners, making the shadows feel less alone. He breaks the silence, banging on doors, running through the halls. His soul is full of sorrow, but in a way that feels Familiar. I feel him watching as I read, late into the night. And yes, for most, that sounds creepy, But for me? It means I'm not alone. There was another, at the house I used to live in. I have no idea their gender, Only that they meant no harm. They played with the photos that hung above my desk, moved my socks, and felt Protective in a strange way. It resided in my room, and my family didn't like coming in, but the ghost never gave me anything more than a silent sense of wondering. In my family, everyone knows our spirits live on, be it their Christian or Native, (Or both, as I am.) We know that every late relative sprouts wings to fly. My Nana is a black butterfly- She often flutters by, checking on everyone she loves. Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly- I don't see her as much as I used to, but I know she hasn't forgotten me. Prince became a hawk: He watched me for weeks, sitting on my roof, flying above my head, until my grief began to heal. And like my grief will never fully leave, I still see him, wings spread against an open blue sky, saying 'hello,' In the moments where I couldn't need it more. I think sometimes, souls get lost in that process, or there's no one to see their Change. So they remain on Earth, in a way that most people can't see. But I see them- And so long as I do, they will never be alone.
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16/F/Somwhere
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
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