Snapshot Stories

Ghost Story

I can see the blasted thing. Well, not the actual thing per se, but I can see the papers floating there. I need to get rid of it. That's the only way to make this place safe.

I myself grabbed a red bouncy ball on a side desk that sat next to the couch. I began bouncing it, throwing it against the ground. Again and again. The papers were frozen in mid air. No longer moving across the room. I could practically feel it staring at the moving object. It couldn't see me either.

I was sick of that thing being here. Haunting me nonstop. Things would change places without me moving them. I could feel the air get warmer when it was around. I would even sometimes hear piercing sounds. I was done.

I let the ball drop. It bounced a few times before rolling away. In response, the peppers dropped to the floor.

NO! I was going to lose it! I grab the papers. Throwing them around. I grabbed everything in the room. Papers, pencils, and other loose items whirled around the room. Now I could see it better. I saw the items smack into the thing before blowing back into the fray. I grabbed a knife from out of the air. I stalk forward. Time to end this.

I follow it as it tries to escape the bombarding of items. But the items are mine. They follow me. They allow me to know where it is. I raise the knife and bring it down. In response it lets out another piercing sound. I bring the knife down again.

And again.

And again.

Everything is quiet now. The items I used lay strewn about the whole, empty room. Now I can relax. I leave the knife floating there, stuck in the thing. I walk calmly up the stairs. The ghost is gone.

I sit down at my desk, and I start sorting through my never ending notes.

Prompt: What if the ghost plane and human plane viewed each other similarly? what if ghost saw us the way we see ghosts?