Blog #6- A New Perspective
I gave Frankie a few nights off but it's time to get back to our usual nightly sleuthing. I gave her the nights off because I had found a new friend. Other than Noah, no one seemed to see me. There are plenty of others roaming around, unseen, but they have no interest in one another. Seems that the urge to socialize dissipates after enough time in limbo. But I hadn't been here long enough to be so dissociated. I found someone. Someone else to see me. I spend hours each day staring into those yellow eyes, having them stare back at me. The sadness in those eyes, the sadness that seemed to repel the crowds, drew me into the cage with him like a fish to water. Like a ghost to sorrow. So far during my tenure as a dead man, nothing had been able to draw me away from my quest for revenge until now. Frankie was now an afterthought. And don't you go feeling sorry for her. She's a real asshole--using the people around her for her own selfish gain and stalking that poor Bret l...