The Silver Cigarette Case In A View

Ghost tales are enjoyable, and most of us love a decent fright. What better way to scare us than with a force over which we have little control, and with the added chance that we can enjoy that power too after we die. Becoming a ghost is a continuation of this life, it’s a natural right of passage, the natural course of things, we’re powerless to take any other course. You’re born, you die, you become a spirit. No harm, no foul, what more are we going to ask for? Current affairs are Going Here.

Telling ghost stories fulfils the need we can’t ignore as humans, the possibility that when our bodies are no longer of any use to us, we don’t all turn to dust and disappear from the earth. Even the biggest sceptic is able to set aside his point of view, even if only subconsciously, and wonder if it is possible to return after death and pay a little visit to those whom we love, or even to those whom we have never been too fond of.

It’s the wonder of the unknown that draws us to them in the ghost stories we read. We foresee a visit from the dead to hear a storey from someone who has witnessed something. Even though we might say that we never want to get deep inside, we don’t think that a tiny peek is such a bad thing.

It’s a reaffirmation of the possibility of a lifetime after death. It’s a peek into the mystery of something that we know so little about, but ultimately, we’re all going to take a trip.

It’s comforting for some of us and utterly frightening for others, but ghost stories hold a fascination for all of us in the end, whether they are fact or fiction, and we will happily huddle with rapt attention around the storyteller as he tells us of his most terrifying encounter.