Ghost Matters
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Story: Probably not your grandfather's ghost story. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Fiction Paranormal Illustrated AI Generated .
In the long, dark hallway of the old boarding house, two ghosts hovered in silence. Their flashlights, relics from the living world, cast golden cones that met in the middle like a handshake.
“I still find it strange,” murmured Tom, the taller of the pair, his beam steady. “That we shine light at each other. We’re made of mist and memory. What do we need light for?”
Darla, the shorter ghost, tilted her flashlight slightly, letting the beam graze the cracked wallpaper. “It’s not about need,” she said. “It’s about gesture. Light is how the living greet each other. We mimic it, maybe to remember.”
“But we’re not alive,” Tom replied. “And happiness—if that’s still something we feel—doesn’t seem tied to brightness. I’ve felt joy in the hush of shadows.”
Darla floated closer, her beam now illuminating Tom’s translucent chest. “True. But light reveals. It shows the shape of things. Even us. Without it, we’re just rumors in the dark.”
Tom considered this. “So happiness isn’t in the light itself, but in what it lets us see?”
“Or in what it lets us be seen as,” Darla said. “When you shine your beam at me, I feel noticed. Defined. Like I exist again, even if only faintly.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.