Literature
Ghost Presence
People look at me, they stare right into my eyes yet they do not realise it. I could easily murder someone and get away with it, people do not see me nor hear me. I am exactly like a ghost, no that is wrong, I AM a ghost. I still remember everything, the pain, the screams...the death. For some reason I can still physically touch or move things, I can shoplift with ease, yet there is no reason to as I am gone. Money means absolutely nothing to me, it is but a piece of paper in my mind. Every day I walk past the past the man walking his husky, I remember that husky from when it was but a little one just learning how to walk, I remember seeing t