A History of Ghosts

For generations raps, taps and table turnings were the signs of a spirit calling; the ghoul of you trying to deliver a message - to finish unfinished business and sleep an everlasting slumber in the clouds above. The presence of a loved one floated in white light, apparitions waving at the end of a tunnel bright. Icy mists hovered around graveyards, phantoms clawing and cawing at sanctified earth. Spectres clinked chains with warnings dire. Clocks stopped. Widows wore black. Families, trapped in the amber of grief, took portraits with their beloved deceased. A memento of the living. Now, you just ghost me on Tinder.