I am a Spirit, can we talk?

Ah....there you are....my focus is a bit blurry...it comes with ancient eyes. Why did you come to this place? If you have a weak soul....you really shouldn't continue. Now...I see...I have captured your curiosity. I can read the wetness of your eyes...curiosity makes them sparkle. Licking your lips will help that uneasy feeling. A dry mouth is the first sign of fear...you know.

I have seen you a few times over the years. I always check in. Ah yes....the blood clot...you shouldn't really sit still that long. I like you....I rarely warn someone. I so love this new technology. I hated using parchment and newspapers....before that...I had to whisper. I love the expressions on faces that only have seconds to go. I gave a woman too much time once and she told her sister. I WAS PUNISHED SEVERELY!

I can cast my breath on your face.....you can feel it just before you fall to sleep...it feels electric doesn't it? How I love the cold clammy flesh just under the chin. I can't tell you how much I hate it when I have to reach in the mouth and force the sniveling beings out. Sometimes I pull them apart like a bird plucks a worm in half from the ground. I get blamed and frankly I loathe he that torments me!

I am sorry...back to you. Why the strange look? I won't bite. It doesn't work that way. I show the words and the reader makes the choice. Can you feel what I am saying...does your heart tremble just a little as I reach to touch it? It is your ON switch but it is my OFF switch. Now, now...not to worry....I have followed you many times...you still are so terrified of my kiss?

Maybe you shouldn't keep reading? I know what you are feeling....the grin of doubt seeps from the corners of your mouth. I shall not cast my veil until your time that only I and he knows. Did you know that when you breathe through your nostrils...I cannot enter...it is true...that is where he gave you life...it is a policy thing.

You should really blink your eyes more when looking into a light source...I so love eyes. Close them and you can see my world...go ahead...just for a second..I won't get you...I promise! Do you feel that? I touch your skin..don't lie to yourself....the hair tickles me so....oh yes....little angel in a box is telling you that it's just words....just words that somebody typed on the screen.

I love slapping those little bastards just before I finish my work! They squeak like little dirty mice running from a starving black cat. Such a look you give me...I see that look a lot. I know I ramble on and on but you, at least...have life. Shakespeare thought I was quite entertaining until he read much of what you are reading now. OH...dideth he tosseth quite a fit!

Do you always make those little tiny soul moans like that? I hear those sometimes when I get a bit too wordy. Did you know that the tongue is the first thing to react when I am called? Oh yes....it is restless...it wants to protect you...sometimes it even gets swallowed.

Well...I have to go now. I did enjoy our little conversation. You have nice body language! Remember what I said about the blood clot thing. Take care....I do mean that.

I will be seeing you.

Sincerely,

Death