Captured Moments.

Ch.3 ~ Haunting Places.

Every ghost has their own place. A memorable piece they have to remind themselves of their old lives. Either they're a lost soul and they visit where ever they want or they have moved on and have their memories from their past lives. I'm one of the lucky ones that get to visit those places. For instance, right now i'm at a quiet beach I spent most of my childhood at with Xavier.

It's good when there's nobody around. Like now. It's rough around this time of the year so nobody comes out. But being a ghost and all it doesn't really matter if you get the sniffles.

I spend most my time just sitting and watching the human world around me as they live their lives. I watch their stuff ups and their mistakes, I see the way they think, the way I used to think. I see the way they see things and how different everyone is with their opinions and how as a human you can't see that. But being dead lets you watch over them, so you can see every point of view, the truth, you see it all. It's a gift and a curse. I guess being dead opens you up to a whole new light.

As a ghost you still have feelings, moments when you want to die, even though you already have. Your just a transparent human with a few special additives. And in this moment I felt extra human.

There he was. standing there just staring out into the distance, he wasn't the Xavier I knew though. He was different, damaged you could say. He had the same look as the night I limped up to the holiday house, like the world had just crumbled down around him, when he saw me that night the look was gone, the colour was back in his face, he looked alive.

Not that he was dead, I would know if he was dead. He was definitely alive, just not there. Like half of him was missing.

I was standing right beside him, staring out into the open sea along with him. It was like that for a while until he went to leave. I couldn't let him go just yet. So I tried to contact him, not that I should've. I put up a block, so the contact wouldn't be so strong. But he still heard me. "Stay Xav, I can't let you leave just yet." He stopped in his tracks. Did he really just hear me?

"I really am mental, I'm hearing her voice now." I touched his shoulder making him shiver from the cold contact. "I really am crazy." He turned to leave again. I didn't have the energy to make him stay. This type of contact with people is so energy draining, no wonder the dead don't contact the living very often. He never came back after that.

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Us ghosts do haunt people and places but not like in those horror movies, if we cause too much havoc among the living we get sent back to the after life with no way back into the living world. We just help guide the living in the right direction.

I do kind of enjoy being able to roam around in this world. I get to see what I left behind, and I get to see Xavier. I can pretty much do anything but talk to the living.

I can get away with the little things like the time at the beach but if I cause any damage to the living, I no longer get to live among them, I can only roam around the dead.

I don't spend all my time with the breathing, I actually like to sit among the dead. I sit in a lonely field to think about everything, get my head around everything, it's not easy to accept the fact that your dead.

I don't relax as much though, relaxation brings back all those terrible memories. The pain that shot through my body, the water hitting my body, the life being drained from my body. I can't believe the pain that Xavier went through, watching the life escape from me. But i'm glad he was the last thing I saw. Even if he was crying.

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I needed the memory of my death. I just did. Not knowing how I really died was driving me insane. So I closed my eyes and let go, I listened to the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks, the wind brushing over me as I lay in the dying grass at the bottom of the sand dunes.Then it hit me. I was murdered.