“Ghosts exist. Doubt me? Remember the person you once were, he or she died a long time ago. Yet remembering what you were once scared you to death. Or those who left really haven’t left after all; they’re still haunting you. Some say, “The type of ghost it is depends on the memories. Not all ghosts are scary and evil.” To that I say, “The scariest part is not the memories you shared, but what could’ve been done to prevent their disappearance.” And there’s nothing more terrifying than falling in love with someone you never imagined would turn into a ghost. You’d bring them back from the dead if you could. As if it were one of those nightmares when your legs stop you from running, and they’re just behind the closed door, and you’re two steps away from turning the knob to let them in. Contacting them only gets you short replies like “yes” and “no.”Now they move the planchette across the board to say goodbye. But it doesn’t matter how many times they say goodbye; they keep visiting, especially when you’re alone. The friendliest kinds of ghosts scare us the most; what an odd paradox that is. The nicest ones can leave your heart heavy with yearning. The fact is that it scares you not just the time of their unexpected arrival but even more so after their disappearance. After the flashbacks, there are clear visions of what might have been. Consequently, I am creeped out, scared, befuddled, and have chills as I recollect their touch. My house is haunted.” — A.N.D my stupid little tears spilled all over the paper as I was writing this (you would’ve thought I left my window open during a rain storm)