I often wonder if Ghosts are real or a fantasy of my imagination.
A figment?
An illusion?
Why would they not be real?
Why would they be?
When I feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end while I’m alone, is that trickery? Or could it be someone reaching out to me from the grave.
Someone who couldn’t make it to the light, merely needing and wanting anyone to lead them to the other side?
You know that feeling of someone watching you complete your everyday habits when you are...