I made a cross with my fingers.
I have seen it in horror movies. This is what exorcists do to make the priest co out of the child. Wait, not priest, to make the Ghost. I an ghost, to co out of the child.
Jack was a ghost so the cross would work here too.
Or so I thought...
"Is that a gang sign, pal? Teach how to do it as well."
Jack saw the cross as a gang sign and he even copied it.
Now he was making a cross with his own fingers. A ghost was making a cross himself? It’s like a woman holding the sa belt from which she gets beaten?
Wait...
Could it be this is not earth that’s why the cross isn’t operating here?
But why am I even showing him a cross? All he did was to tell his backstory and about the man whom he called a degenerate.
The only thing I am angry about was that I changed my opinion because I thought this ghost killed the man. That’s what I am ashad of. The man died by the flies flying around this ghost’s dead body, this ghost isn’t even capable of killing anyone. I was afraid of him for nothing.
Nevertheless, in the end, I sighed and undid the cross.
"Is there anything left for you to tell ?" I asked Jack.
"Hmm..." Jack scratched his lips and stared at the ceiling of the cell. "Well I suppose I should tell you about so conditions after becoming a ghost."
"How long will it take? And yes, talking about ti, you told your story would only take five to ten seconds but it took almost three thousand words! What would I do if people get bored and leave because of you?"
"Nah, no one would leave. If they are here then they are already too deep in this shit to go back."
"I hope so. But still, tell how long it will take for you to tell about your conditions after becoming a ghost."
"Oh. That will be fast. Don’t worry. But if I have to say an exact number then..." Jack thought for a second.
"It will only take one hour at most."
"..."
My eyes went empty.
"What?" Jack asked.
I took a deep breath. "Jack, be honest, do you even know how ti works?"
"Why, yes. I know."
"Then why the hell do you say opposite things? Five to ten seconds is long for you, one hour is less for you? What do you think ti is?"
"Pal," Jack’s gaze intensified. "Ti is nothing but a concept created by clock companies to sell more clocks."
"Da fcuk? Who told you that?"
"Let it go. I am a ghost, ti for is like abortion for prostitutes—Nothing new."
"What’s that supposed to an?"
"You won’t get it. That’s a high level thought process. A man who thinks all the ti has nothing but his thoughts to think about."
"... Dude, you should have joined against the war with Malthus. You would have confused him to death. You are the embodint of to confuse the enemy, confuse yourself first."
"No need to praise ."
"I am not doing it either."
"Fair. Now, listen."
"Shoot."
"After I beca a ghost, I tried to do many things. I tried to see the world, I tried to go to female bathrooms to put my powers to good use, I tried to scare kids so that they would run towards a basent and I could lock the door from behind, but... I couldn’t do anything."
"... It’s good you are dead. This world isn’t ready for an alive you. But why couldn’t you do that after becoming a ghost?"
"Because I can only move five kiloters away from my dead body. To move further, my dead body has to be moved further as well. Just like won can’t go anywhere without n because they can’t drive a carriage, I can’t go anywhere without my body as well. Hence, ever since I have beco a ghost, I am stuck in this prison. I can only go outside my cell but not outside my prison. And my dead body doesn’t rot as well, it should have beco a skeleton by now but it is only stinking, not disappearing, just like a baby thrown in a dustbin."
"That ritual cost you a lot, huh. You must be angry at the old man who taught you that. You didn’t even got to vent your anger on him since you remained in this cell all your life."
"Racis pal," Jack said. "Do you rember that I told you no ghosts wanted to be my friend because they got to know why I was summoning a spirit?"
"Yes. I rember. And they are right as well. If they beca your friends, they would stay in constant fear of holographic assault. I am also only talking to you, just to keep an eye on your pants. If they fall down again, I am spraying my holy water all over you."
"... Is that a threat?"
"You don’t think it is a threat?"
"I an, I don’t mind."
"Wha—The hell, man?"
"Don’t judge , pal. The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to anyone."
"That I know but you would offer more than a hand and that’s concerning."
"Forget it. You asked whether I got to vent my anger on the old man who taught the ritual and then I asked you if you rember that I told you no ghosts wanted to be my friend because they got to know why I was summoning a spirit. But, do you know how the other ghosts got to know about my reason for summoning a spirit?"
"No. I don’t know."
"It was the old man himself who told the other spirits about it! He spilled the beans before I could even join the ghost community. I had the worst experience just on the very first day of my job."
"What? How did the old man even tell the spirits?"
"Because after dying he beca a ghost too! He had done the ritual himself."
"What?"
"Yes. He beca a ghost before and when I died, he was the first one who ca to et . Just as he saw , he laughed out loud. I confronted him about the shitty ritual and then he told that it was his motto to increase the amount of ghosts in the world. He sacrificed for his motto. And that bastard had shared my story with other Spirits even before I was dead. As a result, I beca an outcast instantly. I was dood from the start! And I can’t even take my revenge from the old man."
"Why can’t you take revenge from him?"
"Didn’t I tell you? I am shit scared of ghosts! They sent chills to my bones!"
"You have no bones!"
"I know. But I do have muscle mory and for so reason it still fucking works after my death!"
"... Alright. Is that all of your drawbacks after becoming a ghost?"
"Yes. As much as I can rember."
"But you told it would take one hour?"
"I also said it would be fast. And why are you surprised at one hour? Don’t you know..."
Jack looked at the ceiling again, his eyes containing wisdom.
"One hour ends just by one swing of a stick inside a clock. And don’t ask what I an by this. I am just trying to end this sequence with a cool dialogue."
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