his name is geoffrey

i saw a ghost last night while being fully conscious and for the first time, i wasn't scared. i wasn't scared because i thought he was a real person, until my workshop students told me that he always is walking down the hallway in that direction. he had a shaved head, a black hooded sweatshirt and he walked by so fast without making a sound. people saw him three times last night and they heard inexplicable sounds in the restroom. they call him geoffrey because "n" just had that name come to mind when thinking of him. "t" thinks his presence was so well known to us during the workshop because so many of us in the workshop have that sensitivity to them. "t" also thinks we should start a "special gifts" group. oh, ghosts. you gotta love 'em! i see dead people.