The ghosts(?)

The dead are gone. Buried underground. Cremated. Turn to ashes. Distributed in the wind, seas or rivers. Yet we hear ghosts in our midst. A person dreams. Really it happens? You must be kidding. Dead never gets up again. Then why recorded sightings about them? Telling the living...there is another world beyond our comprehension. No one can tell. In my kampong days older people told us to take dogs' tears wiped it on our eyes at night we could see the undead walking, smiling, talking etc as normal living persons do. Who want to do it? We never want to know. Maybe nightmares. Or the ghosts come to us. So now I heard yesterday about ghosts in NS camp somewhere near Lumut, Perak. My niece went for her NS training. Her dormitory is haunted. At one time a few girls saw. Then the guys did too. Now every one sleeps close together. The disturbing spirits roaming in the night. How to explain? This ghost business makes one feels scary walking alone in the darkness or dark alleys. Like my time in the kampong. Dark shadowy figures dancing with the flow of the moonlit night. The silently blowing wind and the rustling of the leaves and branches...alone walking many images popped out to scare one's wit. I tell you you get the skin crawling....especially on the full fat moon in the night sky..

Now living in town I don't get to hear so many ghost stories. Only my own imagination running full steam ahead walking in the dark edges of the light. This is where one's imagination got the better of one's consciousness.