Fourth Dimension – Gene’s Demo
I am your invisible friend. I have been living with you, although you do not always see me. I am that eerie feeling you have in an old building, when the corners where the walls meet the ceiling are slightly off. Sometimes I am, like many of my compatriots, mistaken for a ghost, you know – when the chill passes right through you? That is me – going right through you. I do not do it maliciously; it is the way I have to exist. I knock things off your desk – you think I am the wind. I pass through your dreams, running my fingers through the soft substance contained within your skull. Your headache is me. I steal the tomatoes from your garden, and the tulips from their stems – you blame the rabbits. They are like me – a blur that you sometimes catch.
wkbj79 said,
June 29, 2011 at 2:54 pm
I think that this response to Gene’s writing prompt is absolutely wonderful. I am so glad that you posted it so that I can read it and savor the exquisite details for longer than the time that you read this during Gene’s demonstration.
I think that the reason that I like this so much is that it seems real. Why do I have that eerie feeling at certain times? Why do objects fall from my desk for no good reason? Could the fourth dimension really be the reason these things happen?
Thanks again for sharing.
vmunds said,
July 5, 2011 at 1:43 am
Growing up I loved ghost stories and Dracula. I use to sleep with a cross by my bed and garlic. Your writing took me back 36 years when I use to sleep with the covers over my neck at night…..