Silent heavy air. Subtle vibrations in its current indicate I’m not alone. Casting my eyes I search for unexplained shadows while straining my ears for whispers so faint they are inaudible to most. There is calm now where there was once fear. Surrendering, my subconscious plays with the veil between realities.

Time bends slightly.

It is unclear if I am there or they are here; perhaps it simply became one plain of existence or perhaps there is a void in between. Regardless, meetings have been held like this before. Carrying messages from one astral plain to another: Haunted Meetings.

By Shari Marshall – 2019

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Welcome to Ghosts in 100 words October’s first themed post. Please post a link to your ghostly description in the comment section below. I am looking forward to reading them.