Post by Jack Jones on May 28, 2020 23:20:03 GMT -5
Its late in the night. Long after my mother has gone to sleep. I know I should be asleep too but I just cant sleep. I am surely tired. But sleep will not come to me tonight.
I am glad that Accountant finally spoke up. Took you long enough really. I was worried you might now say anything but I was relieved that you did. Accountant let me tell you something. I really have no grudge against you. It is simply part of the game we both play.
Lately I been thinking about ghosts. Maybe listening to the stories Redd has to say? Maybe watching too much paranormal stuff on the Travel Channel? Who knows. Once long ago I was maybe 5 years old I think. I cant recall, so long ago and as we all know the older we get the more hazy our memories get. Anyway I was living with my parents at some apartment complex. I didnt have anyone to play with and summers can be excruciating when you dont have much to do.
So I spent my time behind the complex there was a small swing set and a sand box, that no one really played with. And one day someone joined me. A little girl named Sara. We never spoke much. She just sat in the swing and so did I. I saw her every wednesday afternoon for over a month. She would talk sometimes. Mostly to ask how I was. I would ask her how she was and she would shake her head. She said didnt live in the building. She said she lived where it was always dark. I asked if there were others there, she said yes, the city was full of people but always dark. I didnt pay much attention to it, I was 5. And one day she showed up with a black eye. I asked if it hurt, she said no, not anymore.
My father had finally bout the ranch he had been saving for and we were moving to it in less than 2 weeks. I told Sara I wouldnt be seeing her anymore and she agreed, she said she wouldnt be able to see me anymore. She was moving too. It was innocent enough, but now thinking back. I wonder if Sara was real? Maybe it was in my mind? Maybe she was a ghost? Who knows. I often think about her and when I do, sometimes weird things happen, books will fall off the shelf. Glasses will fall off the table and break, just too strange to be coincidence.
Anyway as I grew up I told my mother about this my real father passed on when I was 10 or so. My mother remembers the little girl, she said she saw her once with me on the swing set but paid her no mind, a little pale but otherwise normal. I wish I would of asked her for her last name. Maybe I could of googled her.
Anyway Accountant the whole point of my story is, sometimes we are all already ghosts, we’ve passed on and just dont know it yet. You and I are from another time. A time from SFT that was glorious, we just never got word that our time passed us by already.
I love the gimmick that was chosen for our match. Makes perfect sense. Maybe after the match you and I can get a bite to eat, trade old stories, let those ghosts of ours out, let them get a little light, let them breath and live again if only a little while. I think I would like that very much. I really do.
Well that is all I have to say for tonight.
Fade to light
I am glad that Accountant finally spoke up. Took you long enough really. I was worried you might now say anything but I was relieved that you did. Accountant let me tell you something. I really have no grudge against you. It is simply part of the game we both play.
Lately I been thinking about ghosts. Maybe listening to the stories Redd has to say? Maybe watching too much paranormal stuff on the Travel Channel? Who knows. Once long ago I was maybe 5 years old I think. I cant recall, so long ago and as we all know the older we get the more hazy our memories get. Anyway I was living with my parents at some apartment complex. I didnt have anyone to play with and summers can be excruciating when you dont have much to do.
So I spent my time behind the complex there was a small swing set and a sand box, that no one really played with. And one day someone joined me. A little girl named Sara. We never spoke much. She just sat in the swing and so did I. I saw her every wednesday afternoon for over a month. She would talk sometimes. Mostly to ask how I was. I would ask her how she was and she would shake her head. She said didnt live in the building. She said she lived where it was always dark. I asked if there were others there, she said yes, the city was full of people but always dark. I didnt pay much attention to it, I was 5. And one day she showed up with a black eye. I asked if it hurt, she said no, not anymore.
My father had finally bout the ranch he had been saving for and we were moving to it in less than 2 weeks. I told Sara I wouldnt be seeing her anymore and she agreed, she said she wouldnt be able to see me anymore. She was moving too. It was innocent enough, but now thinking back. I wonder if Sara was real? Maybe it was in my mind? Maybe she was a ghost? Who knows. I often think about her and when I do, sometimes weird things happen, books will fall off the shelf. Glasses will fall off the table and break, just too strange to be coincidence.
Anyway as I grew up I told my mother about this my real father passed on when I was 10 or so. My mother remembers the little girl, she said she saw her once with me on the swing set but paid her no mind, a little pale but otherwise normal. I wish I would of asked her for her last name. Maybe I could of googled her.
Anyway Accountant the whole point of my story is, sometimes we are all already ghosts, we’ve passed on and just dont know it yet. You and I are from another time. A time from SFT that was glorious, we just never got word that our time passed us by already.
I love the gimmick that was chosen for our match. Makes perfect sense. Maybe after the match you and I can get a bite to eat, trade old stories, let those ghosts of ours out, let them get a little light, let them breath and live again if only a little while. I think I would like that very much. I really do.
Well that is all I have to say for tonight.
Fade to light
