Phantoms
A Micro-fiction Full of Haunts
They come about with groans as the sun goes down. The afterlife is quite different without their bodies.
It takes much more effort than before to lift and handle objects, but some master the skills again: smoking pipes and drinking glasses rise mid-air to their own success, well-earned.
Some lament and shriek; they were promised Heaven or Hell, not this purgatory in-between.
Some hide from the living - others confront them. But a few others...
...they haunt them. From those seeking justice or to be laid to rest, to those looking to stir up trouble for someone else.
Tread carefully.
About the Creator
Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)
A fun spin on her last name, Baker enjoyed creating "Baker's Dozen" lists for various topics! She also wrote candidly about her mental health & a LOT of fiction. Discontinued writing on Vocal in 2023 as Vocal is a fruitless venture.
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