[Original] No Shroud
A little drabble I want to expand on at some point because it amuses me. I got the idea from the fact that people used to think ghosts wore what they were buried in. Hence why ghosts wore "bed sheets." They would actually be burial shrouds. These days, though, most people would come back in suits and dresses because that's what they are buried in.
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You can usually guess when a person died by what they are wearing when you see their ghost.
But not this one.
He was in his birthday, well, death suit so to speak. Nekkid. In the buff. Hiding nothing.
And I can tell you, it wasn't pretty.
Though it wouldn't do any good, I had to ask him, "Excuse me, but could you cover up or something?"
He gave no indication that he heard me. Not unusual. Most ghosts are unaware that they are seen in the world. But, to be fair, most people can't see ghosts. And most can't get their attention.
So, I went up to him and kicked him in the shin.
That got his attention.
He blinked at me, like he couldn't believe that just happened. "You kicked me!" he said, sounding very indignant.
"Well, you didn't respond when I talked to you!" I snapped right back at him.
Most of the time, I chose to ignore the ghosts. They leave me alone, I live them alone. But, sometimes, I don't have a choice.