The Weekender

Ghost stories have permeated human societies for centuries. In many cultures, it is believed that the spirit of a dead person can come back to visit the world of the living.

That’s the sad thing—most people are like that. They think that a house is just a thing to be bought and sold. They really don’t get it. And what’s really horrifying is that those are precisely the people who can afford a house. 

While we may not resemble Frankenstein physically, we too are made of the various parts of our life experience that shape and change us.

To this day, I still continue to mask myself from those around me, keeping the real me hidden for nobody but myself to see. What began as a fun hobby to hide my appearance soon progressed into a demeaning facade I used to avoid connecting with people.

I am not afraid of ghosts.

This upcoming Day of the Dead, I’m missing my family more than ever.

Houses, like men, have bodies, as well as all assumed components: spines upholding them, limbs propelling them and rudimentary organs enriching them.

Her friends’ kind gesture brought her spirit back to life.

It was just past noon, 12:03 p.m. to be exact, that time of the day when shadows hide beneath one’s feet and everything appears stark, distinguished only by color, lacking depth.

Romantic embraces of youth and freedom bookend 1989 — everything in between is a perfect storm of love and heartbreak.