Cool Breeze Lp

The Dangers of a Blue Leopard

Short, straight hair. Shoulder length. Very little make up. I believe it was only some light blush and a light shade of pink for the lip stick color. A sleeveless dark blue blouse that had leopard spots littered on it. In a crowd full of people, with no mention, no foresight, no warming; a ghost enters from the right with timid eyes, an eerily calm demeanor and a slight smile. Sliding into the frame behind a table, only half of the banshee is reveled. Sophisticatedly starting in what seems to be my direction, everything stopped, then rushed forward. The end result was nothing, save a sweaty t-shirt, the elevated heart rate and a vague yet nasty taste of a dream that had just ended.

I live in a haunted house. In a bad area. Ghosts and dead people walk around as if my heart still beats for them. As if i would still spill blood for their souls. I hear them whispering in the upstairs rooms and sometimes I even indulge in the madness. A few times I’ve even succumbed to the creepy temptation and spoke to them. The sun shines often but this house is void. There is no darkness, just the absence of light. There are many things that are not “not” there, just the absence of things. Fluid bodies seem to get lost and never find their way out though candles are lit and prayers are said. Eerily and ironically it’s not that bad in this haunted house. Save when the night comes and the cold wind blows the candles out. A normal man would question such idiocy, but time has made this house a thing of…well, a constant. One day they will rot and leave and the house will be torn down and they will have no where to go so they will move on. One day that will happen.