((Thanks to Underby for, even if he doesn’t know it, giving me this RP idea.))
Maybe being dead isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. I’ve yet to get warm, it’s always foggy, foggier than usual I mean, and some of the places I’ve tried entering, prevent me from doing so…Underby’s Bucket of Blood for example…as if some spell, Crow’s Spirit Guide, Ahiga, says this is the case, prevents Ghosts from entering. Which is odd…considering, you’d think people like Underby would be braver, not caring about whether or not a Ghost enters their pub or building. Not like I’m causing harm, no way, I just wanna sit and remember the days when I could drink. No worries to me, I have The Gangplank, and unless something goes wrong there and I get booted out by a spell, I’m going to stick to that place. Hopefully Mr. Mornington doesn’t mind a Ghost in his Brunel Hall…Or else I’d be in trouble.
What I find odd is…the cemetery behind Miss Elleon and Miss Sheryl’s place, seems comforting, almost inviting. Almost as if pulling me toward it. So I go there, and sit atop the tombstones, and remember what it felt to feel the breeze through me hair, the warmth of the summer sun, or the crisp coldness of the autumn breeze, or even the winter winds, blowing past me skin, forcing me to remove me jacket, to cool off, or bundle up and keep warm. Mr. Stillwater assures me he’s near completion of the thing that he says will bring me to life again, I say it can’t happen soon enough. I’m tired of being dead, of having Crow write everything I say onto a piece of paper, and of…well…I still like scaring people. Hopefully the spell will be lifted on Underby’s Bucket of Blood when I return to life, as well as all other places preventing me from entering.
I don’t know about the Church yet, as I’m way to scared to even enter that place. Not much has changed, as I was scared to even enter the building when I was alive. Another…I had another memory…Mr. O’Malley, the Beadle bloke, reaching his hands toward me neck. I think he killed me, I honestly do, and I fear if I’m bought to life…he’ll come back after me and kill me again. I think I’ll steer clear of certain parts of Babbage, Mainly the tunnel near Bucket of Blood, as I hear strange, dark, evil, noises coming from them…almost as if they’re portals to hell, and whoever’s on the other side is beckoning me to enter them. Other places, like the Cemetery, I see a beautiful white light behind what I guess is a door, and behind the door I hear a woman’s voice, and a mans, telling me to open the door and go through…that they’re waiting for me, everyone’s waiting for me. Yet, I don’t wanna go through the door, I know what lays behind the door, and I’m not ready to go there yet.
Guess me friends are right, not only am I a smelly child, but I’m stubborn. I won’t enter because I know soon, hopefully real soon, I’ll be alive and breathing again…and this ghost thing will all be just one horrible nightmare that I can put behind me. Why before I entered the pub, I found myself with a pair of wings, angel wings, coming out me back. They weren’t there for long, as when I neared the Bucket of Blood, they disappeared, still…it was frightening. I can not wait to live again, for I swear when I am alive…I will head to the nearest Pub, wherever it may be, and down meself a nice huge tin of Rum. For now, I can only hope, and pray, that this device Mr. Stillwater is working on will be done soon. I do want to live again.