Reel Life

Is the power we have over ghosts simply our ignorance? You get that odd feeling, the hair on your neck stands, your skin feels prickly, the heart beats. You capture something in the shadows. A face! A gesture! You're sure something far older is here. The scalp tightens under your hair. But whooosh! It's gone! You're thinking about something else! The dog, your baby, wifey maybe your terrible terrible schedule tomorrow. The ghost is gone, reduced, watching again, rueful that it couldn't take its chance to really spook. No, that damn iPhone got in the way again.