A haunt is a haunt.
I signal the sign.
It's spirit o'clock under a cloaked moon.
Dear dead man, cease talking to me.
Find your way out of the spirit world.
Why are you scared to pass through?
Your human life is null and void, crossover and be done with it.
Will that be me, clinging to the afterlife?
You do know you died, right?
It's fun to terrorize the living, but rest in peace.
Put the cheap parlor tricks aside and be content with your death.
Humans live a joke life abundant with stupidity and anxiety; allow them to roll around in their demise (
Without your coldness emanating, without your spook casting.
"It's fun to watch the living", says the dead man.
"It's like my own interactive reality TV program. Using humans as puppets. Sparked by boredom and sinister desire. It doesn't get tired."
How long will it keep you amused and occupied?
How many times will you watch her undress?
She no longer sees you.
The memory she has of you is slowly fading while you hold on to what was and what never will be.
