Just think Casper the friendly ghost is there to sell you ghost-scout cookies.
I don't really believe in "ghosts".... But I do believe that there are things in this world that are not necessarily alive. Something like in The Others, where they were in limbo...? I have seen "Ghosts" before though. And they weren't all human.
Only one has ever actually spoken to me, but the words didn't come from his mouth, they were just, there. The rest all had a blank stare that almost seemed like they were expecting something of me. Then there was the non-dog... It was one evil mother******. Anyone ever see Pet Cemetery 2? Remember Zowie?.... Think 3 times worse. And it looked somewhat like it, only much more evil. It was ALWAYS out after sundown, but stayed hidden somehow and whenever I was out on foot or a open vehicle (bicycle/dirt bike/etc) it was there, following me, gaining whenever I wasn't looking... when I was looking at it, it kept going at the same speed, but when I'd look away then at it again, it would be noticeably closer. I couldn't stand to look at it, it's eyes and the fear it put in me was too much. Whenever I was in a car I felt like it was near and waiting for me to get out (you know when your hair stands up and you have that gut feeling and you feel like eyes are on you). I hated it, I knew it wasn't with the living and that it had bad intentions. The last time I saw it was maybe in '02. I hated that thing.
There used to be a "monk" (cloak included) that lived in this town in a house he built, back before anyone else lived here. It's an odd looking house (I should get a few pictures of it with the next disposable camera I get - digital's not working). He had a little hut built for the goats he had. He had a faithful (to him alone, very mean to others) dog like the non-dog, only normal looking. There's a large brick fireplace, two stories, high ceilings, and what looks like a two level floor - or hidden room. He was a mean person but kept to himself. He died in his house when it went up in flames. There was a knife found in the same general area on the floor, where he was. The fire started where he was. There were no goats outside anywhere - their remains were found inside a few feet from him. No dog was found. I don't remember too much about the details (sorry). People had suspicions that he was a Demon worshiper. I believe he was doing some kind of (final?) ritual and the goats were part of it... He sacrifices the goats, says a few magic words, does something to the dog, sets himself on fire somehow, place goes up in flames.?..... He enters the dog. Dog changes to a pure evil appearance. Haunts town for 30+ years. Then just up and disappears??? Did he finally accomplish whatever his goals were?... Then was accepted into hell as one of Lucifer's demons?? I don't know.... Just my thoughts on it. But I think I'm right.
Anyone ever see that movie with Denzel Washington and John Goodman?..... Uh, Fallen. It was about the spirit and how when you die, you have the amount of time of a breath to enter a new body, before you are taken to Heaven/Hell. Since the breath only lasts so long, the body must be fairly near to you.
A sort of soul transference to another carrier, done by use of evil scripture or what have you. Evil cannot bring back to life what is dead.... but it can keep it from dieing.?
Even if I had any kind of weapon, you name it, when it was 'after' me... I wouldn't dare try to face it. Maybe it knew the fear it instilled in me, maybe I was it's goal?? I just put as much distance/barricades between me and it for as long as I could.... Maybe it failed it's goal, and was sent to Hell for punishment? And it didn't succeed...... Hmmm, maybe..... That does fit more appropriately as to how I still feel as though it's watching me from time to time. Maybe it's waiting for revenge, for me to do something so evil that I'm condemned to Hell......
Oh shit.... I think I figured it out! I was to be it's next carrier!
No wonder it never just ran me down, or jumped me and killed me....... it wanted my body, and a dead one is of no use!!! Holy shit, I figured it out.... but what was so special about me? Genetics? Aesthetics? Birth date? What???...... Well, damn. I've got research to do.
(PS, this is the most I've thought about this thing in some time) WOW. Sometimes I think I'm