Orange creme light poors down into the room of the abandoned shack I call home. The setting sun sends a relaxing feeling into my essence as I slowly watch it move beyond the horizon, making way for the cycle of night. I always enjoyed this incentive of downtime, a relaxing occurrence it was indeed. This was one of the few times complete silence was a possibility. I enjoyed the slipping seconds that sun had to offer. Even in the worst of days, you could find comfort from it.
Saddly, I am the only one of my kind who enjoys the sun. I am a ghost, as most humans would call me, but not from death, no. I was born this way. Born without a body. Born without a place to call home. I am of a rare breed only possible in miracles. Yet this makes me act differently. They have all seen the sun many times over in life, as well as death, but I have only this time to call my own. They don't pay much attention to me, though, I'm not a mischievous person. I'm just....... unique.
As the orange light slowly faded and turned the sky to black, a howling commodity of laughter erupted from all around. It was finally night time. Time for all the ghosts and ghouls to come out from their graves and roam the empty steets in serch of souls to take and call their own. But not me. I just roam away from the group, feeling indifferent.
While ghosts do need souls of the living to stay "alive", there are no other rules to that standard. So, occasionally, I'll visit a hospital and find a old dying man, or a person in severe pain, and take their soul. Luckily, it's painless for both of us, and they even get to join the rest of us. But after I'm done, I leave. I just...... feel terrible for taking someone's life.
Tonight wasn't the due date, so I just decided to roam into the city. The city always made me feel like I belong, with so many things to see and do while there. Some ghosts like to scare people, while others like to kill them if they can, and yes, all of those stories about possession are in fact true. I've heard that our actions here are pretty much similar to those of humans, but it just feels wrong somehow.
I made my way around, looking at all the bright lights and eye-catching signs they had to offer. But I wasn't looking for anyone or anything, just browsing. I made my way to the normal spot I spent most of my nights: atop the tallest building, looking downward. Sitting, presumably, on the edge, I watched as all of the little people moved about in their own unison, shifting about in a choreographic form. It was nice just watching, it was really all that I wanted.
(To be continued)
