New beginnings are always tough, but I’m more than experienced in starting over. I’ve done it a thousand times before, with a thousand different faces.
I guess that sounds a bit… well, odd, does it? Don’t worry, I’ll explain myself. If you want to understand, though, you have to abandon all of your conceptions of what is real and what is not. You have to give up on your silly, human notions of what is possible and what isn’t.
I am not a possibility — I am an inevitability. I am what your life will eventually come to, whether you will it or not; I am that long sleep and an earthen embrace.
I am death.
Of course, your very conception of what I am is skewed. I am not a creature who roams in a robe with a scythe. I am not a singular entity. There are thousands of my kind, and we all reap the souls of the humans around us. We are unseen, but sometimes felt — you equate us to ghosts when the memory of your loved ones resonate within us. You equate our presence to the chill that spills down your spine, and to the shimmering shine that you call ‘orbs’ within your photos.
It isn’t just a ghostly presence, however, that you can attribute me to. Humans have trouble understanding when someone that they know had a sudden change of personality — humans blame it on an imbalance of hormones, on shock, on trauma. Sometimes, it is these things… but…
Sometimes, it is one of my kind.
New beginnings are always tough, but I’m more than experienced in starting over… because I’ve lived a thousand lives. When a human succumbs to death, I sometimes choose to slip into their skin, to assume their life. Their soul flees and flits, I absorb it into my being… and I become who they are — who they were.
Sometimes, I enjoy living life just as much as you do. I want to feel; I want to experience. When a young girl has suddenly become sexually promiscuous without cause, perhaps I am to blame. When a rich man tosses aside his fortune to travel the world and live life to the fullest? That’s me, too.
And when a seemingly innocuous and innocent individual suddenly goes on a murderous rampage.
Well, sometimes I like to cause a hassle to my brothers and sisters.
Guilty as charged.
Just a writing prompt I did for my discord server! I’d love to see what you guys could come up with for this though!
Author Amanda McCormick