Spooks around

I saw a ghost the other day. No really, it was standing out there in the shade, picking at its nose.
Well that was nice if nothing else was. It showed it was human at least. I am yet to see some other species picking at its nose. It’s an entirely human gesture.

I did not acknowledge it of course. Not because I was afraid of it, but we had nothing to talk about and we barely knew each other. There is kind of “birds of the same feather” attitude in its face. It was at the cell phone all the time it was preoccupied with the nose. This was not a high class ghost. It belonged to the lower classes for sure.
Very black it was. Honest to god, I have some reservations against the lower class ghosts even know. Its something deep you know. These racial feelings. The more you try to squash it more it surfaces. I feel sorry for the KKK really. If I can’t get rid of this primordial racist feeling from my blood, which unfortunately is feudalist, how can the totally deranged guys handle it?

They really have tough work ahead.

Anyway this ghost in the shadows is either going brain dead or brain cooked by the cell phone by the look of it. It had that aggressive look of an animal caught in a situation. Restrained violence. I carefully averted my face trying not to antagonize it. It was not using any kind of cords or ear phones and was holding the phone plastered to its right ear lob. Pretty nice way to cook up the brain. He was at it continually. I watched him go for a full half hour at it. I felt mesmerized.

I had a cell phone at one time. The moment I took it up to do some thing it would start getting inside my brain and speeding it up. Normally I talk like I would not finish the sentence in the coming few millenniums. But after I was on the cell phone for a couple of minutes, I would suddenly start talking like say, Tom Cruise? (Who is the fast talker in Hollywood?) My mind would be so revved up that ideas would start to flow like cascades.

I soon got to distrust this artificial boosting. I liked the old world style of taking time to do talking.

Well the spook was a real addict. It liked two things. One was the dark; it never came into the open. The second thing of course is the thing attached to his ear. I left the place still seeing him going great guns. He was doing some reporting and I leave it to you about whom.

Well it seemed that I was having a great time with spooks on this day. The moment I stopped at a supermarket to buy something there were other lovely spooks around. The spooks certainly had good info on me and were freely exchanging it among them selves.

The spooks really had good manners I must say. I always think of them as my protectors. While they are around normally people show me great respect and fear. May be they think that I am with them. We all have the fear of the super natural do we not. I can’t blame the common people. If they have respect for someone it is for these shady characters.

I think the commoner prays daily to god let them keep well of these interesting people. Though I have this thing against the low class spooks I am interested in them too. I like to see them function. It is hilarious to watch their serious or brought on hilarity now and then. They of course are very poor actors. May be they do not know why they should act at all.

They receive directions and begin to perform right on whether they can pull it off or not.

Any way it was cool watching spooks on this day.