A thing about ghosts?

Don’t we all have them for anyone of a number of fascinating reasons.

The sheer mystery of them.

“THEY TAKE OVER OUR LIVES!”

Our imaginations as well.

Not alone at certain times of the year.

Anyone with the remotest yen for these apparently unearthly creatures or would be wisps of silver silhouettes will concede in gasps of ground shaking awe the grip they even at the slightest skeletal hint of the word or words ghosts themselves.

Maybe their implacability, trancelike, transcendental, mystic notions that pop up.

If you are one of those kindred spirits or kid spirits, kind spirits then let me tell you about Aurora the taxi driver for midnight ghosts.

Of course she had a daylight existence but her itinerary during nocturnal hours was the sky to her spirited sojourn.

“I’m Aurora, I wonder if I’ll live to see another day or another night.

This witching hour dormant obsessive.”

Some even thought her  vehicle looked like a ghost.

“That vehicle.

Why do you have this thing about Ghosts Aurora?”

A casual acquaintance enquired peering into Aurora’s gleam starlit eyes.

“Goes back to my early years.

I was an only child.

In one  sense.

I could hear the slightest thing moving.

These sounds and then the magic up in the air whisks.”

As a child she often dreamed of changing form and doing hall of mirror sleights.

Aurora was in full vocal flight as this fetish, fadish was soon to otherworld her into her current occupation.

“Often feel I’m kind of trapped by this fellow ghost thing and my fellow ghosts.

But it’s my thing nonetheless. 

Just there is this  other place I’ve been to .. and going to maybe.”

Wistfully she Aurora

added the aside.

“Wonder if I’m a reflection of myself being a flit between dimensions and other 

The acquaintance whose name was Clementine  herself was now being sucked, drawn into this ethereal life.

Clementine was petite and drole.

And did at the best of times  have  a frightening similarity to Aurora.

An alternative life style segues.

“Ooops am I scaring you? … Clementine , I see this puzzle on your face.”

Clementine  now had to gingerly concede something.

“I’ve been to so many places at night.

That can’t be gainsaid or denied.

Where else have I to go?”

The relationship wasn’t that deep but when they did meet it was this transformative encounter.

There was something yet to be told about their 

“relationship.”

“I felt like I was becoming a ghost.

I’m not possessed or am I?”

Clementine mused whilst others noted their resemblance.

But please continue.

The evening had this twilight facade as star sprinkle precursor to Aurora’s midnight haunt of a humorous dark gothic guffaw existence.

“Jokes abound about what you do …

But you do have this clique of ghosts you count?

And the ghost cubs, spots and haunts.”

Clementine  gulped.

“Did I see you elevate, levitate, lift those dainty feet off the…”

Oh Aurora did a spin to the opposite side of pavement that had crystal glitter inserts.

Aurora wasn’t above cringe making jokes about FRUITS of Clementine’s labour.