Nobody has much use for wraiths. They are an annoyance, really. They are always circling, hovering. Desperately but futilely swiping at the flesh of the living. Oh, how they long! Once in the middle of everything, now banished to the edge of the world. Why don't they just finish dying? Instead, they waste their little remaining energy sneaking, creeping, peeking, haunting. What are they thinking? Why do they wish to return? Don't they remember that no one had much use for them even when they were alive?
These were the thoughts that came to me as I cruised slowly down College Avenue and became aware that my hands were looking not-quite-solid.
Written November 18, 1994
Originally published on Newsgroup: psu.campus.du-bois
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