Of course I do.
What person with a drop of Scottish blood in their veins wouldn’t? I know enough of the Seven Realms of Existence to know that what most people term as ‘ghosts’ are in fact a reality. The Soul is imperishable, and even those who pass on, are never truly gone. That is why when you go somewhere and can sense the energy, get a residual feel for events that took place there. The problem is, most people cannot explain that feeling they get. They write it off to a trick of the mind. They think that it is something that is just a silly figment of their imagination. The dead simply move to a different address with a different means of communication. It’s just that so few know how or even bother to try to reach them. The maintenance of a good relationship with the dead is pivotal. How can you honour yourself if you do not honour those whom have gone before you; those upon whose bones you build your own life?
But then there are the other kinds of ghosts. Whether or not those particular spectres are manifestations of the dead, or apparitions of guilt, or of remembrance is all relative, really. I’ve been haunted by the ghosts of those whose lives I’ve taken, and others whom I have betrayed, and still others whom I’ve loved and lost along the way. They don’t keep me up at night, they just remind me that they are still there, if no other place but in my own memory. For where else could they reside with such clarity? And how could I forget the lessons that each taught me?
Oh, yes. I most definitely believe in ghosts.
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 277