I remembered something else today. It seems if I am in a place that is similar to somewhere I’ve been before it brings up a memory from when I had a body. I’d say when I was alive but I still feel alive so that doesn’t feel right to say.
Anyways, I was floating along a path and remembered walking with a sweet older woman picking wildflowers. It was a long time ago. I think that woman was my grandmother. I hope I remember more about her because she seems so nice.
If going to new places and meeting people jogs up old memories then I think I’m going to try to do everything, see everything I can, meet new people. So I can learn. So I can remember.
And maybe I’ll make some new friends along the way.
This is my first entry and it's super important because today I remembered my name. Well, not really remembered. I found it. Maybe I should start at the beginning.
I woke up alone in an empty house. That was over a month ago. I think. I’m not quite sure; time seems to be blurring together. I went outside but nobody was around. So, I found some friends and I even got a new pet! He’s a little spider with a bright red mark on his butt. He’s the coolest.
After a while I was a little sad I hadn’t seen anyone and to be honest I put on some pounds. One too many late night snacks and A LOT of White Claws later, I decided I was going to go out there and figure out who I am.
Since then I’ve seen so much! I’ve met other people, shit I mean ghosts, just like me. That’s weird to say. I’m a freakin ghost! I know right!?!?
At first I was scared but it’s kind of fun being able to go anywhere and see everything I want. The only thing I don’t like is when that bitch psychic down the street wakes me up in the middle of the night. NOT COOL!
Then the other day I was out on my usual stroll (I learned ghosts like to call it a haunting) and I felt some serious deja vu. I felt like I had been there before but I couldn’t quite place it.
I picked some flowers and was on my way back home when I came across the most peaceful graveyard. The sun was breaking through the leaves and was shining directly on one particular headstone. Curiosity got the best of me so I walked over to it.
When I finally saw it I can’t even explain how it felt. Maybe because I felt everything all at once. I just knew it was mine. My name was Violet. My name IS Violet.
Now I know my name but that just brought up a million other questions. Where is my family? Where are my friends? Who did I love? What did I do? How old am I? Who am I?
How did I die?
Hi, I'm Violet and I'm a ghost. This is my secret diary where I can write about how I really feel.
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