Disappeared

          

          “Disappeared,” said Harold the ghost. “What on earth do you mean?”

            Miles scratched his ear. Miles did not want to have this conversation with Harold. He wasn’t sure Harold was ready for the facts. However, Miles realized that Harold needed to know the truth, and perhaps, Harold would be able to give Miles more information so that Miles could continue with his research project regarding the demise of Harold, and perhaps, of Lilith as well.

“I have my doubts that Lilith is still on this earth, Harold,” Miles said somberly.

“I’m not sure I understand what you are saying, Miles,” Harold said.

“Harold, I simply do not have enough data to ascertain the pertinent facts in your, and Lilith’s case. It’s been almost six years since the untimely event, and all we have is your headless skeleton upstairs in your attic. I’ve been able to guestimate the time of your death, and certainly, we know that your head was cut off with a chainsaw.”

Miles didn’t think it was possible for Harold’s face to get any whiter, but that’s exactly what it did, as Harold’s knees gave way beneath him, and Harold’s ghostly body tumbled to the floor.

“Oh dear,” said Miles. “I think he’s fainted.”

Miles wasn’t surprised with Harold’s reaction. Harold tended to go through this stage of his death in a state of denial. Miles had grown close to Harold, and really, he wanted to help his ghostly friend. But Harold managed to make this endeavor extremely difficult.

“Harold,” Miles said, perched next to Harold’s head. “Do you think you could finish writing your new song, hmm?”

Harold’s eyes slowly materialized. He looked into the face of his furry little friend and said, “Certainly. Good idea. First, I need to go up to the attic. I’m feeling a little faint.”

“Of course, Harold,” Miles said. “Of course.”