I saw a YouTube video on a post by Marshall W. Thompson. He’s a Southern gent who lives in “Nawlins” and recently gave me the nickname “Chawee.”
It shows a horrific accident where a Taiwanese woman on a bicycle, gets hit by a car. The video seems to show her “spirit” getting up and standing there for a few seconds. To me, it looked like a translucent shadow. Maybe that’s what a spirit looks like.
The first time I watched it, I thought “what the hell are they talking about? A man clearly went over and put his arm around her.”
The second time I watched it, I noticed the woman laying on the ground and the shadow seemed to leave her body while she was still moving. I saw what looked like the man putting his arm around her again…but the shadow does seem to dissipate after that.
I’ve heard creepy stories and I’ve seen a few creepy things. I’ve even had creepy things happen to me but this was really, really creepy!
Was is real? I don’t know. I know I thought a lot of things were real and because of that, I ended up looking and feeling like the biggest fucking fool who has ever walked Earth. You know, all those things that you can’t see…love, trust, fidelity, honor and integrity.
But, if it is true and our spirits do emerge as shadows, then here’s what I would like to happen to my shadow before I go wherever I end up going.
I’m not talking about ala Ghost Whisperer, where my shadow would come back and tell you where I hid the key to the safe deposit box or where the insurance policy is and then have it culminate in a collective, teary-eyed farewell boo hoo.
NO! I’d want to hunt a few people down!
I’D WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM!
If I couldn’t beat the shit out of them, then I’d want to scare the shit out of them….sort of like Patrick Swayze did in Ghost.
I’d want to have kinetic powers so that my shadow could throw a few beer cans at them…or write “Boo” on the mirror in the bathroom…or flick their tiny little do-dad while they were in the shower…or type “you’re next” on their computer. Maybe my shadow could hide their snuff can…or their cigarettes…or their little blue pills…or their hair dye.
People fuck with you when you’re alive. It’s only fair that your shadow should be able to fuck with them after you’re dead.
It would be hysterical to watch their eyes bulge out of their heads or hear them holler when they went running out of the house, screaming like a couple of little girls.
Imagine listening to them yell “who are you”…knowing that it’s you and knowing that they have no idea that it’s you. That would be hilarious!
After a sufficient amount of my shadows’ shenanigans, I’d picture them sitting around and one of them asking “what is going on?” The other would most likely say “who knows?”
It’s then that I would lean over and whisper “the shadow knows.”