"No!" I yell as I race down the porch steps. "Not him!" I watch as three beefy men carry my squirming brother towards a black van across the street. "Please!" I grab one of the men. "Take me instead!" They pause and share a look. My younger brother is dropped to the ground with a yelp. The men grab my shoulders and steer my towards the back of the van. My brother cries for me to come back. "Buddy, listen to me! Are you listening?" I imagine him nodding. "Go inside, lock the door! Do it! Lock the door! And Buddy don't-" The van's door shuts in my face, cutting off my words. Don't forget me, I whisper to it, please don't forget me.

I am a ghost. Nobody can see ghosts. So nobody can see me.

I walk like a ghost. I scare many people and am forgotten. Like and unlike a ghost.

But maybe I'm not a ghost. Just invisible. I can't blame anybody for being invisible. I get it. You got your own life, your own friends, your own way of thinking. Totally understandable. But, again, maybe you should fear this ghost.

I am a ghost. Nobody can see ghosts. So nobody can see me.

I can see you. I can hear you. And I know all of your petty secrets.

You forget me, so I listen. You tell me (but not me exactly) the juiciest pieces. I love it.

I am a ghost. Unseen. Unheard. And I love it.