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A Lost Soul's Plea
When I was alive, I wanted to be a writer. Nobody believed in me, but it was my dying wish. Even in death, I still long to be a published author. To this day, I hear people say they don't believe in me. Their doubts only motivate me more, and I've spent my eternal rest writing manuscripts. Now, I have a whole bookshelf full, just waiting to be read. All I need now is a chance.
Sometimes I get visitors. They always like the same things: small talk and playing board games. I'm flattered they wish to know me on a personal level, but after a couple centuries, you get sick of playing Ouija and hearing the same questions, "How did you die?" and "Why are you haunting this family's house?" I mean, what difference does it make? How about we have an intellectual dialogue about one of my books? I admit, I get a bit assertive when I toss my proudest work off the shelves, but all I ask is for somebody, anybody, to open up to one chapter. But they always leave, screaming in terror.
Anyway, thank you for listening. I feel I can finally rest in peace. Take my ghostly sheet, if you wish. Use it for scaring purposes, cosplay, dress up contests, or just trick-or-treating in a classic Halloween costume. On your way out, if you're interested in any of(more...)