There were ghosts everywhere. I guess I had known that all along but I hadn’t been able to see them until now. I’d only felt them.
Now they existed as separate entities that smothered me with their whiteness; their translucent ends flapping to remind me of their presence.
As if I could forget.
I eventually confronted them one day because I knew that until I did they would continue to haunt me. They told me in no uncertain terms that I was to leave.
They weren’t angry with me. They were simply saying that there was nothing left here for me. I already knew that though. They were simply confirming it.
They told me that if I stayed, my soul would be sucked dry by them and the past memories they held and that I kept replaying in my mind, would cause me to lose my sanity.
Sometimes I wondered if it had already happened.