Some might have called them ghosts, or specters, but he didn’t hold with such labels. They suggested incorporeality, and what he had seen in those rooms – and elsewhere too – had a substance to them, a lethality. Ethereal wisps couldn’t write warnings to the living or draw blood from hunters and killers.
Energy does not easily dissipate, even after much time has passed, it’s still there, waiting for something to brush alongside it, awaken it from a slumber that it was too hardened to, too hardened to adjust to any real rest, it’s ever there & gnaws at what it can to remind us that all can never be well, until all has been justified to itself, & that, that is a long road to travel…
