Personal Narrative: The Ghost Still Lives

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

When the narrator says this, it tells the reader that he has a strong attachment to this memory and may be empathizing with what the musician is singing. The rest of the poem is simply an account of the events that take place that evening. Due to the lack of emotion from the narrator, the reader must look towards the second character, the musician, for emotion that is behind the depressed voice. While the musician’s voice is only seen in the song lyrics, his voice plays the largest role communicating emotions to the reader: “I ain't happy no mo'/And I wish that I had died” (29-30). From this lyric the reader understands that the musician is sad and appears to be depressed. At the end of the poem the narrator describes what he believes the musician does:

The introduction starts with explaining that there are usually always the same telltale signs of a haunted house. Quite often when someone speaks of a hauntings they mention cold spots, doors unexplainably locking, mysterious footsteps, and strange yet recognizable noises and/or odors. The explanation for this is typically a ghost, which modern researchers define as an image of a person, animal, or thing that appears regularly but unexplainably in a particular place. Surprisingly, in public polls

Though in stark contrast to the first stanza in form, the two-part second stanza continues with this disconnect of death from the subject in the poem. Each part begins with an emotionally-charged direct address to a male subject using expletive language. The speaking voice is conceivably appealing to both the functional presence of the dead man and every other man who fits into the category of the “executive type.” This stanza uses a type of call-and-response form as a rhetorical commentary on the nature of chance, a continuation of the stock market theme from

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says, haunted houses? Scary? Ghosts? Studies show that people hear and see things that aren’t there when they are scared or frightened. Leading them to report “paranormal” activity. Haunted houses make people do that. But, in order to successfully understand the Amityville haunting, one must know the murderer of the family, the other family who purchased the home, and how the haunting of the house started.

As Halloween recently passed, Colin Dickey posed questions to his audience of “do we still need ghosts?” and if so, why do ghost stories exist today and why do we need them? Though the author’s interest in ghost hunting, he responds to the questions in a rather biased way by including personal experiences, thoughts, and opinions. But this organization of the article aids Dickey to connect and relate with the audience who also share similar interests of ghosts.

“But in the history of the United States there are several influential and persisting paranormal mysteries that have formed the haunted landscape of our shared country and cultural experience and have formed the basis of the themes and motifs examined in this work” (Fitch 8). In “Paranormal National” Marc E. Fitch, talks about the history of paranormal activities that occurred in the United States. Since the ancient times, people all around the world has seen ghosts or assumed haunted places dwells with ghosts or spirits. With the help of television shows, horror movies, and stories, people around the world are consumed by the “facts” that made them believe an urban legend about ghosts turning into true stories. “Nobody has been able to prove

Talking of haunting, what are you thinking about? Something like the movie paranormal activity? Or maybe something like The Amityville horror?? Movie or not, one thing is true, if someone mentions something about “ghosts” it definitely captures your attention. Some people say that ghosts can be divided into two categories, good and bad, just like normal human beings. But are they like us? I mean categorising them is a sane thing? I don’t know. Usually it’s believed that people who have died with some unfulfilled wishes, stay back that is to say their soul stays back with the bindations of mother nature. True or not, I am no one to judge, because i am going to present you enough madness that will question your own sanity.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

I run, run, run, from the thing that haunts me most, But I can’t run away from the never-changing sway. Manulaplited by the ever-present ghost. This tempo that drives me always reminds me of the life I've thrown away.

The poem begins with the speaker asking an unseen person “why.” He questions “Why did you give no hint that night” (1), leading us to believe that the speaker is resentful about the woman’s death due to him questioning her and suggesting that she was aware that she would pass that night. The vernacular in this line implies the speaker is very clearly surprised by this death and that he is searching for answers because he begins by asking a question, telling the dead she gave “no hint,” and he also mentions that it was “quick.” It is clear that the death was unexpected and rattled the speaker due to him questioning the deceased. However, the speaker is questioning someone who is not present, so the audience can assume he is questioning the deceased. By doing this, the poet seems slightly accusatory because there is no response to his remarks. Each time he asks the question of why, the speaker is left to his own thoughts and has to continue to wonder why for himself; he searches for the truth from the dead which also illustrates their closeness due to the fact he is looking for the truth of the situation from the deceased. Instead, the reader is left with a feeling that the deceased is at blame somehow for their own death. Similarly, the speaker’s use of “you” does not force the speaker to question why they did not notice the deceased’s state of being before they died. We can interpret this questioning as a shift of guilt onto the dead’s

Imagine you could share a meal with any three people - living or dead. Who would you choose? The three people I would invite is Johnny Depp, My sister, and Poltergeist People. The first because he is an amazing actor and stands as a favorite to both my sister and I, the second I would invite so I can share the great experience with, and the third because she is a favored author to my sister and I, and we'd both love to meet her.

Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.

GHOST: I have been having a little rest in my coffin and thinking a little thought. These Americans really need to be taught a lesson. They're simply begging for it. And I am sure I can satisfy. It is a grand plan, thoroughly orchestrated: I begin at midnight, of course, In the master bedchamber where I plan to seize the professor by the ankles, gibber at him from the foot of the bed and stab myself three times in the chest to the sound of slow music.

After graduation, I worked as an Art Director/Graphic Designer, mostly for magazines and catalogs. For almost two decades, I worked very long hours, hence did little with my own art other than an occasional painting or drawing. Once I had a little more time in my life, my own art happily resurfaced as a priority, and even more truthfully, an obsession.