Go out into the world he said, it will be fun, he said.

I'm the type who would honestly just like to keep to myself. The living love to meddle so much! I mean, I used to be one of the living, and I've dealt with so many meddles. Never thought that I would still have to deal with the meddling after death!

Father pushed me out. He wanted me to interact with a human. What? I thought we were never meant to disturb them. But he said "Come on son. You know, how people report supernatural occurrences? Well, they are caused by ghosts wanting to socialize!"

"What.. is that true?"

"Probably." And he turned away.

I've always rejected socializing. The meddling, the arguements and a lot of troubles I'm not willing to be any part of, I've always used every bit of my will power to avoid them during my living days.

Have you seen what the humans can do? Really the escalation is unbelievable. I was killed in the year 1978. Now we are in the year 2023. I remain in my 20s. I don't know, that's just a ghost thing. The 20s people in my time are a complete opposite of people of the same age in 2023. One of the first things about the teens now that horrifies me is the fact that they could spend a whopping amount of their day just looking at these little rectangle things. Last I heard from a group of high school girls, the rectangles are called "smart phones".

Everything is accessible from this tool called "the internet". You could literally search up anything and everything and get a result within a matter of seconds. Having a tool like that would be so good in my time, since I usually have to go to the library and canvas the shelves and browse through multiple books to get the relevent information I require all for the sake of a project that would have to be submitted the very next day. As much as I would love to have something like that in my time, I'm actually scared about how people are so addicted to this internet thing. Social media, that kind of thing.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are many aspects of the the modern human that can just frighten me. What I've talked about to say just barely scratches the surface. But I know not every human being on the planet now is scary. Perhaps, I just need to make an effort on my end.

Complaining doesn't leave a good look on me, anyways.

They could be inexperienced, perrrrrhaps. I did think of the invisible dude as a spy though who just couldn't avoid the pencil of death.

My mind loved to wander. As I sat at my desk, it was clear that my body required movement. I eyes trailed over to my recently sharpened pencil. My wandering mind caught on, and ordered my body to execute what I wanted to do. I picked up and the pencil, and a smile ran across my face in satisfaction.

With strong thrusts I swung the pencil through the air with random, unpredictable movements. I did whatever I wanted to do with the flying pencil. Anyone who was around me, you better beware!

Unfortunately, the invisible man in my room didn't take on the hint.

A high pitched scream suddenly came out of absolute nowhere, but it was very close by to where I was. I jumped out of my chair with a yelp of my own, letting go of the pencil which would have obviously dropped to the ground, right?

Nope. It stuck in the air.

"WHAT IS THE WORLD WERE YOU DOING??" An anguished voice in pain shouted from the exact spot the scream came from. I was shocked. The pencil remained lodged in the air, but I couldn't see the bottom half on the pencil upon turning my head to observe the pencil. Blood was evident at the end of the pencil.

My brain was processing this certainly unusual situation. My mouth remained shut. The pencil began wriggling, as if whoever, or whatever, had it in them was trying to dislodge the item.

"My eye.. my eye.. I'll go blind!" The voice yelled again. "It hurts! Oh man.. this damn pencil won't come out! Damn it!"

At this point I was well a distance away from the floating pencil. I had to speak up eventually.

"Hey man, uh.. need help? I wouldn't suggest trying to pull it out. The bleeding would be horrific if you do so."

The voice didn't reply, but instead amidst its groans it topped tugging at the pencil. It eventually spoke up with a pained tone.

"Then.. I'll have to head back.. to get this removed.. ugh.. the trip is too long, driving is near impossible like this! It hurts so much!"

"You'll have to go back to where you came from. Since you're in such a state, um.. why not I give you a ride?" I said awkwardly.

I extended my hand towards the direction of the voice, and felt a touch on my wrist.

"Yes, please."