my ghost

back around 2013-2014, i worked production for the pv concert hall, a decommisioned church with excellent acoustics and a great capacity. some days, all my chores were buttoned up, everything in its right place, ready for the next show on the schedule. those days were slow… very slow. slow enough to let the mind wander into some weird places. now, i don’t believe in the paranormal (because, science), but some creepy stuff happened on some of those slow days. i’m talking hallways with motion-activated lights sequentially clicking on as if someone were walking down it. one time i used the restroom, did some box office stuff, then returned to the bathroom to find all the stalls locked with tall doors; i wouldn’t be able to squeeze under or climb over. anyways, i started musing that if this were a ghost f**king with me, i’d like it to be a nice ghost, a girl ghost, the greatest love story that never happened. i kept a typewriter in the box office for these slow days. so i got to typing…