He had to admit. He didn't quite get this strange creature's humour but four hundred years of unlife was quite spectacular. Shane could see himself going mad having to live like that for so long. On the other hand if one could live forever than they could get so much done. If they had the right way to do it great wisdom could be found. Much like the wisdom of the longer lived races. It was odd how the girl spoke of her death. Maybe the fact she had died so young meant that she hadn't grown attached to living. Maybe it was the fact she didn't remember how it happened. That had to be a blessing. Death surely wasn't that nice and the memory of it wasn't something he think would fade. The other ghost, who did remember his death, didn't seem overly bothered either despite the horrifying betrayal. His own father had killed him; stabbed him right through the eye. Him and his whole family. What a terrible, terrible way to go. Shane had to look away when the ghost showed the wound. Even translucent it was a gruesome sight. “Are... Are you hear to visit it? The site of your death?” Shane had a certain morbid curiosity about the whole thing. He didn't know what he expected he would find but he found himself wanting to go and see it. He wanted to see the room that had housed such a horror. What if there were new residents living happily and normally under the same roof where a man had once killed all his family with a knife. What if something like that had happened in his own home!?! |