Usually when the dead return uninvited it is to
apologize, to say, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I didn't
understand..." The dead want to explain their actions in
life, why Mother called you plain, why Father would not
allow you to read novels... all the petty cruelties. Only a
few of the dead return, most haven't learned anything
more than they did in life. And coming back does no
good, ghosts can't really speak, they can only bump in
the night, moan and grown. They are shy and
frightened of returning to this world. They hide in the
closet, or under the bed. If you meet a ghost
somewhere in the long dark hallway he or she may try
to speak, Oooooo... and you go, Iieeeee! The ghost
runs in one direction and you run in another, tripping
over a footstool as you go.
Once I spent the night in a cornfield with a beautiful girl,
we made a nest of corn stalks and our sleeping bags and
drank red wine from the bottle. It was August; a billion
stars overhead, and not even the whisper of a breeze. We
had only just met and we kissed and made love and told
each other our darkest secrets. I could tell that she was
not quite as taken with me as I with her, though she liked
me, I'm sure. So I told her that I was mad about her, that I
had never met anyone like her, that I was deeply in love...
her hair, her mouth, her sweet fragrance.... The night was
warm and so still that you could hear the corn growing....
Then I realized she was sleeping.