DannyMay 2017, Day Six
"Ghost"
Since Jazz had memory, her parents had taught her and her little brother Danny about ghosts, what was their physical constitution, their general shape, general after-life-spam, etc.
But what was a ghost itself? "An odd manifestation of ectoplasm over a conscience post-mortem" often said her mother.
"So, that meant ghosts were people, but dead and ectoplasmic?"
"Not at all. Ghosts are just a thought, an idea, the last electric waves in a human brain that somehow gets in contact with ectoplasm, which 'reactivates' some of the biological process of the corpse; but the person and what made them themselves is already gone."
"Then again, can't a ghost be a 'good' or 'positive' electric wave of a nice, considerate human brain that somehow got in contact with ectoplasm? Like a… good ghost? "Jazzy-pants, all ghosts are evil, that's a fact."
"But how can you be so sure? I mean… what if ectoplams gets in contact with the conscience post-mortem of a GOOD PERSON? Wouldn't the ghost be a good ghost then?"
Jack Fenton narrowenld his eyes at his daughter and stopped cleaning his bazooka. "Madds, why did we discard Jazz being a ghost, again?" he whispered to his wife, eyeing Jazz suspiciously.
"Ugh! Nevermind!" And with an angry sigh, she stormed out of the kitchen.
Of course not all ghosts were evil. That was absurd. Her parents needed to know, to understand, that ghosts could also be sweet, and good, brave and worried by the others, they could be funny and awkward and misunderstood. A ghost could be a good boy. A ghost could be her little brother.