11-14-2008, 02:06 PM
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Was there really any reason to be afraid of spirits, anyway? He'd considered it once, twice, a few times... they had no physical body and he wasn't superstitious enough to believe in possessions of any sort whatsoever... he supposed the only harm a ghost could do would be to frighten a youngster, but no self-respecting adult like he could be spooked by a meandering specter. In fact, his father--whom he believed to be dead, for some reason--could have showed up at any given time and received no real fear as a payment. More specifically, Jefferson would question a ghost of his father more about the afterlife than his own past, for the sake of curiosity. The last time this hybrid had his heart pounding out of fear was when he had nearly lost his leg to the mother bear and was left for dead... and had truly believed he would die. Was he afraid of death, then? ...He couldn't say.
"Death and dying is something to think about," he said idly, eye wandering again over the cemetery. How desolate it looked... how sad. "The dead had their lives. They have no reason to come back and spook the living. Here..." He leaned down onto one knee, tracing his finger over the letters of a headstone, reading as he did so. "M... A... T... T... H... E... W. 'Matthew'. Just figure out the letters and the sound they make, and you have a word." |