It might explain why ghosts wear clothes.
Fashion can die out too, y’know.
Possibly a “Tina” fey, known to annoy Alaskans.
Have a seance party. Be sure to invite a local psychic practitioner. I can almost guarantee the Ghost will turn up. Then you can ask him how he’s feeling.
My ghost is more accomplished than yours. He makes a nail in the floorboard pop up, and he likes to hide the remote.
Fortunately, he’s not very creative. It’s always the same nail, and he only ever hides the remote between the couch cushions or under the ottoman.
Oh, no, the remotes are stolen from me by Aliens. They come in the wee hours and take them. They don’t get eggs or eyeball juice or anything else. Just remotes. Probings are rare. I think they are obsessed with the boob-tube.
P.S. they sometimes return them under the sofa, always after I have bought a new one.
(In that “can’t believe I’m actually contributing to this discussion” sense…)
ISTR that Guinness Book of World Records, decades ago, stated that “Ghosts are not immortal” (!) and they apparently tend to fade away/cease manifesting after about four hundred years. The exception to this, according again to Guinness, was the repeated modern-day visitation by 1st-century Roman Legionnaires in Britain. Maybe they were still trying to get their pensions. :dubious:
Ghost is indeed alive. Though I’m not sure about the Nameless Ghouls.
Was that from the Guinness Book of World Records…or from drinking a world record number of Guinnesses? 
Twice as long as half a ghost.
There’s my problem. This damned integrity prevents me from writing ghost stories as anything but fiction.
If they weren’t worth their salt in life …
I see what you did there.
GaryM
Presuming that by “this shit” you mean “novels”, you can easily and cheaply publish print-on-demand books on Amazon via their CreateSpace Service. And by “cheaply” I mean “no money down at all” - if you’re cheap and don’t care much about your work. If you do care at all you really ought to spend a couple hundred bucks on some ISBNs, and if you really care you should spend a couple hundred more to register your work with the copyright office. (In the USA your work is automatically copyrighted even without registering, but it becomes a hell of a lot easier to win copyright disputes if you register.)
But even without paying for anything it’s trivial now to become a professionally paid published author - just write something, put it on CreateSpace, set a price, and talk somebody into buying it. Poof! You’ll be a paid published author. Easy as that! And it’s at least 0.05% less embarrassing than traditional vanity publishing - 0.08% if you factor in that you won’t be left with 4996 unsold copies of your book sitting in your garage as a monument to your failure.
And speaking of vanit-er, CreateSpace publishing, my own efforts on that front coincidentally qualify me as a published authority on ghosts! Rules against shilling here suggest I shouldn’t actually say which books are mine, but suffice to say I’ve written not one but two books about…psychics. (Fiction books, that is.) And in one of those books one of the psychics talks about her speculation on ghosts!
The “residual haunts” description matches what I describe in my books, though in addition to fading out I also allow for the possibilities of psychic mediums interacting with them and exorcising them - unraveling the tangle of energy that’s made the ghostly impression on reality. Why not, right?
My fiction doesn’t include “intelligent haunts” because there’s no conceivable way they could have avoided being detected and proven by science by now, unlike static recordings and people who can lift cars with their mind. An intelligent haunt has no reason whatsoever to by shy, and it would be trivial for someone with even a modicum of intellectual curiosity to start trying to ask them questions (“Unscrew one screw for yes, unscrew two for no”), which would about three seconds later turn into science and six seconds after that a nobel prize. It would be trivial to demonstrate that an intelligent ghost was real - or at least that something million-dollar-prizeworthy was going on. When Casper flies up and starts carving his name into everyone who come to see him, people take notice.
^ Maybe it was his brother, Jasper. (NSFW)
Ghosts ‘live’ until no one remembers that they ‘exist’.
Ah, so you’re saying ghosts are a visible Schrodinger-esque manifestation of scalar quantum physics! For real?
Wait, your ghost was visible? Neat!
For certain definitions of ‘live’ and ‘exist’, and now ‘visible’, yes. There’s no need for quantum cats though, it’s much simpler than that.
Imaginary number.
I prefer his dramatic recreation of the true story of adrenaline junkie surfer bank robbers and the former college football star “F…B…I…AGENT!” who pursues them by jumping out of an airplane without a parachute.
”Ah, if there’s a steady paycheck in it, I’ll believe anything you say.” — Winston
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