I suppose this is just a phase and one day I’ll trade my ghost stories for more mature topics. I wouldn’t be surprised if I find better luck publishing my short stories. At the moment I can't seem to write within any style. My stories are neither horror nor paranormal, and they feel too down to earth to be considered purely mystical. I guess it could mean I'm being somewhat original. It could also mean dozens of manuscripts collecting dust on my desk. Good thing I only write for the pleasure of creating worlds that can only come from my mind. And as it happens, my worlds are inhabited by ghosts.
Why ghosts? Well, that’s easy! When your main character is an impossibility everything is possible. Not buying it yet? You’re right. It goes deeper than that.
I was born in an island that’s been isolated from the rest of the world since 1958. Those of us lucky enough to have been born into an unconditional marooned state have spent the rest of our lives looking out to sea, wondering what lies over the horizon; repeating, rewriting, and rereading the only thing we know (or think we know)—our history. And history is always one-sided and full of gaps. Our job as survivors is to try to fill those gaps by exploring the lives of our ancestors and their decisions. The longer our marooned state the longer we analyze these characters and these plots. At one point they become three-dimensional and begin to inhabit our immediate space. Some of us go as far as inviting them into our flesh. If not careful, we can lose sight of who we are.
They’re neither evil nor good. They simply are.
Ghosts help us explore all possibilities and impossibilities. They answer the questions that can only be disclosed by delving deep into our subconscious mind. They distract us when we’re preoccupied, keep us company when we’re lost. Most of all, they remind us how lucky we are to still be alive. And what about the marooned-state that’s required in order to manifest a ghost, you might ask. It isn’t exclusive to those born and raised in a forgotten island. The marooned-state is a state of heart that keeps us peering out the window, watching the horizon, filling the existing gaps in our history with a touch of personal truth. Ghosts are merely the result and the means of getting there.