The problem when someone dies is that you never know. You can’t go back and ask about things.
The problem about being a ghost is that you can’t always contact the people you love. In my case I end up with Vampires. I never knew a Vampire until now. I didn’t believe in them. No, take that back, I didn’t even think about them.
My friends, people I loved, wonder what happened the night I died. I know it wasn’t my fault, but they don’t know. I don’t know who killed me, I think I might but I don’t know.
So they wondered why a guy who barely drank anything that night ended up in a mangled car after the funeral of his best friend.
I don’t remember much. Not from that night. I wasn’t supposed to die. So I’m a ghost.
But ghost or not, when someone is gone everyone starts to speculate and point fingers.
I remember a friend telling me that when his girlfriend died people who didn’t know him told him that she didn’t love him. She was in love with him but was still in love with her ex husband. I told him it was bull shit. The last time she saw her ex was 3 years before she died. She hated him. She told me so. Why do people say mean things to make themselves feel superior. They say it because they think they’re changing history but they can’t change history. They’re assholes. Only assholes lie to change history.
So I’m so close to getting to the answers and the only people I can talk to are Vampires. Can you believe that? Vampires. Nasty creatures of the night who drink blood and wear more sunscreen than an albino elephant in an African summer.
I don’t remember your name, I might tomorrow, I might never, but you visit my grave and I can’t get to you. I’ve seen you but I can’t remember so if you read this tell the Vampire. Tell Juliette.
But you don’t know about Vampires. They’re cool. Not really but they won’t kill you. Not you. They like you and even thought I don’t remember you, not quite, I know they won’t hurt you. Don’t ask me how, but if you read this tell Juliette or Teddy.
I mean, what is it with Teddy? How can any living or dead creature be that good-looking? He started out as human too. He was that good-looking as a human. A damn Victorian. And he knows who Jack the Ripper is. They all know. Juliette knows. She knows everything. She is so freakin scary but she can see me. She can see my soul. And she is a good mom. Damn. A Vampire who is a good mom. Imagine that. You can’t can you. That is so weird and screwed up and sort of cool.
I had a girlfriend once who broke up with me because she said I talked too much. I think it was because she was stupid and had a crush on…oh what was his name, he was big, blonde. looked like a Greek God. But Mary, my ghost girlfriend. She is an angel, just figuratively speaking because she is a ghost. I love her more than I love any living person.
Gotta go. I hear the Vampire. She won’t even know I posted this. Can you believe she threatened to pour Pinesol on my grave? I hate Vampires.
But you know who you are. If you read this, it is me, Nigel. Ask Juliette. As the Vampire. I hate her but she won’t lie to you.
~ Nigel aka The Ghost
Vampire Maman 
Ah, so he can communicate to others aside from you. It is good that he has a ghost girlfriend though.
Here is a question: does Pinesol have Lye in it?
I’m sure he can communicate with anyone he wants but not the ones he needs to communicate with. That is his curse. Being a ghost is frustrating as Hell but…that shouldn’t be my problem.
But the girlfriend is charming and I don’t mind having her around.
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The ghost strikes again! Isn’t anything private or sacred to ghosts? Now they’re using your computer…., and your blogsite !!! Seems like a sort of friendly spirit…, in a round-a-bout way. Confusing messages here — hates you, admires you??? Now there’s a girlfriend involved ? This guy gets around ! (Great post, J)
Paul
Cats and Vampires. I have to change all my passwords now. Yes, he IS confusing. It is the nature of ghosts. I’ve mentioned his girlfriend before. She, unlike him, is quite a charming little ghost. https://vampiremaman.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=2461&action=edit
…do I sense more of a story brewing in the vampire’s lair???
Always…I just never know from day to day what that might be.
Don’t get me started on ghosts and computers. Normal people might call the events “freak electrical disturbances”, but some know better.
Deus Ex Machina, indeed… 😈
Nothing normal here…
yes! Assholes lie to change history because they are lying to themselves…necessary if you are an asshole!
Unfortunately true. Just wish we didn’t have to deal with those people (even feel sorry for the Ghost on that one)
I don’t know what’s worse, your teenager finding your blog logged on, or your ghost… I suppose you should be happy he didn’t tweet out something really nasty.
I don’t worry about the teens…they don’t read my stuff! LOL. But I didn’t think about tweets. Hmmmmm. Good point there.
How come I think this is a post, written by some sad soul? I mean really sad. He can’t get over what happened to him. I know you don’t like him, Juliette, but maybe you should regret him instead.