The Prospect of Ghosts

Having just moved into a new apartment building, I was enjoying my new home office area and cleaning up a few graphic designs for clients. Having had enough of the eye strain, I leaned back and spun around in my leather chair hoping to gaze out the window and take a bit of a break. At that time, I had a newer Persian kitten named “Fatso” because he had such thick fluffy white fur. He was gorgeous and had finally been able to come to an understanding with the two others, Princess and Tommy.

Persian cats are known to be territorial and Fatso had just grown large enough to command their respect which he did by a famous choke hold during a rather loud cat fight which might have been the equivalent of a feline initiation -depending on which term you prefer.

As I gazed out the window, I saw some rather peculiar entities in what appeared to be a procession down the embankment across the narrow side street called Magazine Street. What was so bizarre is that these images were dressed in garb which resembled an ancient hula show complete with some black markings across the face between the eyes and cheek bone area. Each carried a flaming stick which varied in length from one to another. However, I tend to think they could be grouped as both long and short tiki torches. I immediately leaped from my seat to move closer to the window to peer at the curious display, knocking Fatso to the floor in my haste.

A brazen group, they were staring blankly at me as I looked upon them with both fear and curiosity. Several of the figures kneeled on one knee – those with the longer torches remained standing. Incredibly frightened I opted to run out of the office environment down a rather long corridor to the bedroom wing for a better look. Obviously, this was one time in life when I could not believe my own eyes. Even odder than the office view provided, these Hawaiians from ancient days were looking at me still and I don’t think their heads ever moved an inch. What was most curious is the images appeared to me as any other person would if I were looking thru the flames of a campfire to the other side of the marshmallow circle. Not the standard human stereotype, “in-the-flesh” but then again, didn’t seem to be the “boys next door”.