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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 1st Generation
Characters: Jaela Shiroshinrei
Race: Human – Meta – Fire
Age: 94, physically about 24
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 868 words
I don’t understand the fascination certain people seem to have with all things ghosts. Maybe it’s because of the few instances of ghosts we’ve had to deal with that were less than friendly. Maybe it’s because I have bigger things to deal with than ghosts, it’s hard to tell.
Now, it’s not that I don’t believe in ghosts. I’m more than aware that they are real and I’m sure I’ve had more than just the one or two encounters with them, but they weren’t worth the memory that could have been attached to them. In a way, I guess that this is how I feel about ghosts. Unless one comes into my life and makes a huge pest or problem of itself, I’m not going to pay it much mind and once it is gone, it’ll be gone from my mind, like a lot of things, really.
I’ve become rather good, or so I tell myself, at being able to mostly keep, in my life, the things that make me smile. Now, I haven’t managed to remove all bad things from my life, but there’s a lot more good than bad here and that’s how I want it. So no, I’m not going to go out at night to hunt ghosts, even if someone asks me to.
For one thing, I like to sleep. I spent so many years waking up at the crack of dawn and going to bed late so that I could appreciate every single moment the day had to offer me that I’ve lived a long while of my life on too little sleep. That, I’d say since the youngest had left the nest, was something that changed. I still wake up early. I still go to bed late, but it’s not half as early as it used to be. Sleeping in every so often is a delightful thing that I had never had before in my life, and it feels very, very nice.
For another, I’ve spent enough time out and about in the dark to know better than to head out to hunt something that I might not be able to see. This was something I’ve done with Naela when we were so, so much younger and I don’t need a repeat of that again in my life. At the very least, the things we hunted could eventually be found. Ghosts, well ghosts are something else entirely.
Of the things in life I never expected to give a try since they started to be a bit more common only some years before the world crawled to its end, were these things called podcasts. They were these audio files that, depending on the person, could either be about some random subject and people would just talk about it. With some others, they were serialized audio stories they would tell.
At this point in our lives, there is, of course, no new content on that particular front. I don’t think that anyone has picked that particular thing back up but it’s all right. There is so much that has been archived into the system that if someone were to want to listen to it all, they’d have years filled with it all.
I move from one series to another, settling down every day or so to listen to an episode or two, depending on the length of them. I tend to stick more to the story-like ones because I find it interesting to hear these stories and try to wrap my mind around how these people imagined their stories would pan out. A lot of what I’ve listened to so far really was interesting. Some of it was a little strange but still enough to keep my attention.
My most recent discovery is one that I’m not sure I’ll be listening through to the end. From the little information paragraph that was given about the podcast, it spoke of adventure, ghosts, discovering new things and places and, really, it did sound as though it might have been story-based but, from the first episode onward—I’ve listened to three, figuring maybe the first one or so would be them introducing themselves and whatnot—it hasn’t been story-like.
It has been told a bit like a story, like something written just for the podcast but as it turns out, the whole thing is told by a pair of friends who seem to go out and explore things in the dark and, well hey, if they come across some of these things that do go bump in the night, they’d just have to deal, right? Right. The very first one was about how they’d gone ghost hunting at night and how it had been the idea of one of them and not the other. They got lost at some point, found some book and just, they lost me a little way in.
I did listen through to it but couldn’t remember much more than that. It didn’t have the flow of the others so far. The constant wandering away from the main subject, the pause for chuckling or giggling as they remembered things, it just hasn’t been enough to really keep my attention. I’ve tried, though.