Ghosts

A ghost can follow me if he wants to. There’s not much in here I can do. There’s not much I understand. When the ghost takes my hand. I was eating in the cafeteria at the time. A plastic fork in my hand, picking at slime. He was the type of ghost that could chat for an hour. He could have cut the power. But instead he reminds me that I will leave. He promises it will be before Christmas Eve. That’s all I really wanted to know. In this hospital surrounded by untouched snow. On the 22nd of December. That’s the day he told me to remember. That’s the day my parents appeared. That ghost helped me with the fears I feared. That my parents would never come back. I found myself taken aback. That they came back right at 2:05. When the ghost told me they would come back alive. At that moment, the lights flickered and shut down. I felt a bit bad when I left that town. All the ghosts I left behind. The last thing the ghost said was, “Be kind.” I left him in that hospital. Leaving it a little less full. My mom asked if I had a roommate, and said I wasn’t sure. I lied and said it was all a blur. A ghost can follow me. But he’d rather live in that room, unhappily.