I walk the halls to my next class, kids are talking to each other, hanging around lockers. The giggles stick with me; making me feel like a ghost, going unnoticed through out my day.
It's hard trying to differ between the real world and the one I have living in my head. Sometimes they blend together. But it's really real I'll tell you. They talk to me like a normal human being, but then I'll get asked, "Jude! Who are you talking to?" And apparently they can't seem to understand.
Have I gone mad, or are my two words blending?
YOU ARE READING
Are You Really There?
ParanormalJude can see ghosts, but nobody believes him. He goes through his day struggling to believe who's real and who's not. Some help him and some haunt him.
