Confessions of a Demonically Possessed Librarian

Part 8 - Peter's Filler Episode

The best thing about being a phantasm is no one bothering me about making noise anymore. No bangs on the door or wailing through the walls. The worst thing is that I can't choose to watch. I mean physically. I couldn't even put something on if I wanted to!

You can't fathom the sheer number of movies and shows laying abandoned in that evil house now I'm gone! The whole thing is a fire hazard anyway. One plug socket for a room, criminal! Several multi-sockets plugged into each other to power everything around the room. And the internet sucked! Luckily, I had everything backed up offline. Not that it matters now, I guess.

I'd let out an audible sigh, but no one will hear it. I don't even have breath in the same way. Why would I? I'm an ex-human.

It's a habit. Spend your whole life breathing, makes sense you'd imagine yourself doing the same afterwards. Can't escape appearances even in death man.

Wish I had a rolly. I bet that uptight limey librarian wouldn't even know what I meant if I asked him for one. Couldn't even smoke it if he did.

So that's me. Bit the big one and stuck in this one-horse town. At least I can leave this shitty library if I want, unlike stuffed shirt.

Dude knows he can't go anywhere for the whole day right, and still drags himself out of bed at 6am. Must do his routine he says. I don't sleep now so short of floating here with my eyes shut, which also doesn't do anything since I don't really have eyes in the traditional sense, might as well bother him as he goes about his day.

It's super weird being a physical approximation with no actual body. Like I don't have senses, more the ghost of them. There's a tingle when I pass through stuff, phantom limb kind of sensation where my brain...spirit of my brain or whatever...tells me I touched something, even though I didn't.

Same with seeing and hearing. It's like a perception of surroundings filtered through what my mind can understand. Years of having sense organs in holes tricks me into thinking that's how it is. I've been fucking about with it in the few days since I died and it ain't the case.

If I concentrate, I can see shit behind me, hears stuff in three-sixty. It's like my 'being' takes in everything around it. Only to a certain radius though. Ain't nothing coming through that's in the other room or whatever. Although I'm still messing around with that, realize my full potential.

They say the brain is a muscle you can train, but how does the mind work? I've dabbled in a bit of philosophy in my time. Nothing academic or any of that shit. I know it's always been a massive debate though. What is the mind, man? Like no one really knows. Not everything can be accounted for in the scope of the human body. I'm living proof there's more to this world...well not living...you know what I mean.

Anyway, it looks like I'll have a looooooong time to figure all this crap out. The main thing was to get him to put the radio on for me while he went to sleep. Weirdo wouldn't let me use his computer. Who the fuck knows what he's got on there.

Better off not knowing.

Tuning it in there was mostly twangy shit until we found a local rock station thankfully. Must have been the same one he had on in his 'Gracie'. We have that in common at least. Although I still think any dude who names his car has a screw loose. Who am I talking about? Of course he does!

Where was I? Oh yeah, so it's the next morning right. Everything's fucked to shit. Gotta find three, well two now, bodies for Sheriff freaky eyes. Of all the people who can see me ya know? Corpse eater dude. I should get used to it. Only the creepy fuckers can take notice of me it looks like.

So, this librarian, he brews himself a pot of tea. Straps himself into these gravity boot things and does upside down crunches while holding a cup and taking a sip every time he gets right-side up. Fucking absolute weirdo!