Sunday Screams: They’re Here… and So Am I – A Poltergeist Reflection
Monologue They say death is the great unknown. But what of what lingers after? Spirits, echoes of emotion, unfinished business — whatever you call them, they’ve fascinated humanity for millennia. A flicker of light in a darkened hallway. A whisper with no mouth. A shadow with no source. Ghosts are the night’s poetry — tragic, beautiful, terrifying. And in the quiet hours, when the moon casts silver across your walls and your breath feels just a little too loud... it’s hard not to wonder: What if I’m not alone? I’ve always loved the night. The way the moon kisses rooftops. The stillness. The strange comfort in knowing the world has quieted. But recently... that comfort is cracking. Journal Entry Present Day Storyteller Today started oddly. One of my LED candles — the kind you need a remote for — turned on by itself. No buttons pressed. No pets near it. It flickered as if trying to get my attention. That’s not all. A glass that was in the kitchen ended up in the hallway — on its side. No...