Indeed these are ghosts

It's really funny how anything good seem to fade in a snap, when they visit on the silent nights.
The hush they bring to me, can be confused with a train wreck by a normal person.
It's more like falling in your sleep, when they leave you on the edge of what was.
Only to wake up in a pooly pillow.

They are quite good socializers.
It's quiet when it's night time.
They come by so, i'm never alone.
It's their thing to break the six feet distance contract.
I think they got just the perfect timing.
They know me better, that's the irony.

Last time they came by...
They left a piece of note near the feetless chair we normally sit on when we are watching the blood moon.
It went like this:
'Be patient little pal,
This life thing is only temporarly
On a rainy winter day
You will come and dine with us
We will introduce you to a deadly meal
And to death too'

A drop of water from the half cup they gave me as a halloween gift woke me from the note.
Coming to reality is such a hard blow.
"Atleast we all die."
That's what they say to try and numb the pain.
It's hilarious how death is their old pal they are so eager for me to meet.
When in the real world it's the monster we all angry it exists.
Indeed these are ghosts!