Currently listening to: Better Now – Post Malone
20 candles, blow ’em out and open your eyesWe were lookin’ forward to the rest of our livesUsed to keep my picture posted by your bedsideNow it’s in your dresser with the socks you don’t like
Do you believe in ghosts?
Prompt snagged from: NY Times
I’m not sure. I don’t have a strong yes or no—I guess I’m somewhere in that murky middle space of maybe. Some of my coworkers swear our building is haunted. Lights flicker for no apparent reason, a sudden wave of cold air blowing, and the vibe in certain rooms just feels… off.
A few of them keep crystals at their workstation or say a quick prayer before starting the day, just in case. Me? I usually just get on with my work. It’s busy enough without worrying about the supernatural. If there is a ghost hanging around, I hope it’s chill and not out here trying to stir shit up.
It’s funny that I can’t handle horror movies—jump scares, creepy music, any of that, I’m out. If I’m with my friends, I’ll cover my eyes and ask them to tell me when the scary scene is over. But true crime? I’ll watch hours of that. Make it make sense.
I’ve had friends who fully believe in ghosts, especially after using ouija boards and having what they swear were real encounters. And I’ve had patients tell me they hear their loved ones after they’ve passed—things like a child’s laugh echoing down the hallway or footsteps on the stairs when no one’s there. Part of me wonders if it’s something spiritual, and another part wonders if it could be auditory hallucinations or the brain trying to cope with grief.
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