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There is a ghost in
Ketts’s hallways.
Ketts knows that the figure in the hallways wasn’t there before he moved in. Before that, it was just empty air; a vacancy in the absence.
“Hello?”
He calls. The figure doesn’t answer.
“Hello? Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“Ketts?” Ketts swears the figure in the hallways shifts a bit. He must be dreaming.
“Ketts?” He pauses.
who’s
ketts?
He lightly chuckles at his own joke.
The figure doesn’t follow, and steps forward, a sense of longing
in
its gaze.
“It’s really you.”
i thought you died
im so sorry
Ketts looks confused now. “Uh huh. It’s me.”
i thought you become
lost
and afraid
“Who were you?” Ketts tries to say, but it catches on a fish hook.
you aren’t meant to answer that
no.
“This ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ is not home, Ketts. No. You have to get out of here.”
“What do you mean by this
ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ
isn’t home?”
“Get out. Ketts. Please I*”
* But he is swallowed by the ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ.
non sum qualis eram.