The Ghosts I Knew at Home

By Rosey Frost

Saving the will of the people and fighting subversive elements in plain view creates deaths on both sides of the battle lines. Sometimes fighting the fires of hell requires a different type of guardian angle, angel.

Tommy Morningdale was sensitive and was made angry by deviant spirits. He learned early in life that government contracts are binding. Even more persistent are the bonds formed between radicals with a platform, those wishing to tear down the pillars of freedom that many cherish. Both are sealed in blood, and it is always the past that haunts. If you do not read between the fine print, you may be required to give up your soul to fulfill old contractual obligations. The names were retained to protect the innocent souls, but in whose book of names?

If you ever missed a relative or seen them after they died, "The Ghosts I Knew at Home" will answer all these questions surrounding life after death and ghosts in this urban reality of life. If you don't believe in ghosts now, you will after closure. Sometimes they are on the right side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rosey Frost
• Release date: Oct 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005639525

Rosey Frost

"Rosey" Ian Frost is an author of vision. He was involved in the first war in Iraq. Before the time he spent in service to his country, he was a professional journalist in western America. He now resides in Europe. See Rosey on YouTube at https://youtu.be/leA6yWPTpyM (Copy and Paste to Browser).

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The Ghosts I Knew at Home 

by Rosey Frost

About the Author

Ian Rosey Frost is an author of vision and somewhat an optimist. Sometimes he is a philosopher. This book is not the first and probably not the last that Frost has completed. He worked before authoring news reports as a professional journalist in Western America and dealt with every daily reality imaginable.

Obsessed with the struggle of man to survive in his modern environment and the lack of interest in solving the problems faced by future generations, Frost was quite disillusioned by a system that only talked about solutions.

He ended his career as a journalist. With no monetary means, he found himself in a struggle for his self-survival. He joined the armed services, where he faced the problem of involvement in nothing less than a war of beliefs.

After his tenure as a professional soldier, he realized the fruitless efforts of making war against his brothers was not the solution and again put pen to paper. This time not as a member of the free press, but working as a writer of novels intended to be entertaining, written to deliver a message of hope.

Actors List, in order of relevance:

The Major Actors: Tommy Morningdale, Frank Stirling, Jonathan Morningdale, Caroline Meyers, Gary Powers, Martin and Helga Golan, Virginia Monroe (and her ghost), the grandfather in hospital (and his ghost). The Minor Actors: Judith Meyers, Rachael Morningdale, Jimmy Hennessey and his family, Gregory Mack (aka Joseph Fayhid Isana), Robert Marcus, Detective Arthur Sage and partner, Officer Dutch Miller, Agents Galloway and Noble, Mrs. McGrady, Jeff Biggs, Tony, John Aramis, Dr. Lang, Bobby Monroe, Betty Parker, Ms. Kenning, Sister Rama, Sister Tamara, Nolan Trout and his family, Professor Gates, University Police Chief Roland James, young Johnny Rosenheim, hometown Police Chief (unnamed), Ms. Garb, Mr. Dolan, the school principle, the flower salesman (Rosey Frost), Mr. Chesley (the security guard), Julio, John, Herbert, Larry, Stephanie Morningdale, the tribal chief and translator, Pete (the mechanic), Ms. Weavers (Gary Powers' secretary), Lois (Jonathan Morningdale's secretary), various hospital staff members (Intensive Care Unit in the north and the Dallas Methodist Hospital), workers outside the school, Jules (the bartender), Bernard (assistant Deacon to the Sisters of Mercy), the janitor, handyman, guests at the house party, the various law enforcement officers, Caroline's caller friend from work, police secretary, Emilio (the maître d'), tavern keeper, the speaker at the high school graduation, university clerk, assorted company employees, and family mourners. Also Noteworthy: various ghosts, mentioned or not mentioned.

Introduction

Proliferated by hallucinations of deletion and omission, the incorporated secret service of protecting someone or something's interests has been poisoned by cowardly lies. It is difficult to determine the trajectory of where the next blank, pale excuse will fly. Greed, amid these manes, leads to crime.

When the differences between a man of many years and the innocence of youth in puberty are juxtaposed, a difficulty arises when assessing the value of sensitivity to such a conjectured mix.

It is impossible to quantitatively determine which accumulated deeper feelings, stronger emotions, and life experiences. Sensitivity is a nebulous creature that exists in everyone to some degree. With unavailing results, scientific surveys and studies have tried to define the possible present trait of extrasensory perception or ESP.

Ghosts are as transparent as it gets. The silence of the masses, the true children of a silent revolution, is as still as the dead. This muted voice is the majority vote, the ones that don't.

Death is a part of life. Life and death are somehow connected. The fact that theories are the closest attempts to explain where life originated should say something about how fragile human existence is. Regarding both life and death, there are numerous hypotheses. These various ideas are too numerous to mention, and many of them are contradictory. No one was there to witness firsthand the development of life, and no one is certain where death will lead. Both seem to cancel each other out.

Scientists factually approach the question, while religious leaders follow a spiritual path. Scientific thought is always opposed to mystic beliefs about the extramundane.

The difference between belief and fact is sometimes barely distinguishable and sometimes cannot be separated from each other. There is not much difference between what is fact and what is fiction.

The subject of the ultimate purpose behind human reality is a closed topic. The answer is never the same. Throughout recorded history, these various questions have remained unanswered. There is a wide-ranging spectrum of opinions, but the philosophical debate remains closed since only one party is involved, the human race. Quite a race, as we are all heading somewhere.

Bedsheets are necessary for a good night's sleep. The user can alter them into other things. They make excellent makeshift tunics or ghost costumes. Dreams and visions predominate the human psyche. Ghosts make strange bedfellows.

A problem arises when the ghosts become too real. Ghosts under the same roof can be annoying. On the corporate level, spirits can be persnickety.

Unreasonable quickness gives rise to one-sided points of view. The causality of destructive speculation is myopic thinking. When you walk through life with blinders on, it's tough to see. Ambiguities are always present in the definition, but it is the past that haunts. Ghosts are a very real-unreal intrusion into a person's consciousness, according to those in the know. Sometimes these memories can be all people are. Sometimes memories are all people have left. The worst are the ones that do not realize they've passed.

The wind can sometimes be frightening. It can change a person's spirit. The winds of change can be devastating. The fear carried by the gale resides forever in the hearts of those lost in its path, as there is always the possibility of its return. The remainder of a terror witnessed amid turmoil can never be erased. The wounds become lasting scars even after the pariah's direction has changed, and the progress stopped. It lingers long after the storm has passed.

When politically dealing with these sensitive topics, many get lost along the way to the truth. Politics for the masses does not mean everyone will get fed. Innocent people who suffered and echoes of moral merit are forgotten and faded, under the pressure of repetition of past failures. The damage perpetrated by platforms of false intentions cannot end up repaired like magic through mere words. Even worse is a punishment of leniency against the guilty, levied under the banner of justice.

The ghosts of the Twin Towers are still present. There was a terror that existed before the planes. There was a terror based on the building blocks of hate.

He exited the cabin in the woods after taking the last sip in his cup of freshly brewed coffee. The remaining drops were in the pot, hanging over the rescinding blazing flames in the fireplace. Slowly heated to boil by the embers, he did not notice the remaining coffee was turning to steam as he left.

He was back in the home of the young, where he once had laughed on the porch glider with the vigor and enthusiasm befitting a child. Dreams he had yet to have and dreams that had come and gone, all interwoven in the stars as he gazed at the night sky.

Resting not far from the cabin, he could smell the smoke rising from the chimney. The woods called to him with a lullaby melody. He lay on the ground in the grass, looking into the darkness. With scents of a wonderfully tempting sweetness, the summer breeze filled his lungs. The roses were responsible, he thought, along with the jasmine. The mellow, fresh smell of grass was also pleasing.

The reality transformed into a blur, and for a moment, he believed he was young again, able to pursue his liberties. He remembered how it was to be young, the time in his life no ghosts could haunt him and no spirits could taint the purity of his soul. Only for a moment, he was free.

He ascended as semantic nuances of a new dawn, and he remembered how it was to be young. Something distracted him, calling him from the woods, or so he thought. The melody had changed. There was an interruption. Something inside told him that he could not run away from the truth. Not only that, but he began to remember when the ghosts came.

Chapter 1 The First Ghost

Tommy Morningdale had become a man at a very early age. His grandfather died in agony. After seeing his final moments of suffering resulting from blood clots that had formed in his lower left leg, Tommy was never the same.

If the doctors had treated the patient's dangerous condition in time, the chance of survival would have been better. Today, with miracle drugs that back then did not exist, his grandfather would have survived the unnecessary ordeal of three return trips to the hospital. He would not have to die in isolation in the intensive care unit.

Intensive care was not the case. Doctors could have saved his life. He would have survived many more years of joy shared with his eager grandson. The medical staff could not come to terms and agree on any plan of action to save the man's life. They relied heavily on guesswork rather than medicine and proved to make all the wrong guesses without even having the proper medication. In today's world of modern medicine, this loss of life rarely occurs.

The long wait through the night was burdensome for the family. Tommy's prominent father was away on a business trip, but his mother and sister were present. They clung to any hope for good news on his status. The door to the hospital room where his grandfather was staying did not close completely as the man finally came forward with the horrible update. He remembered the solemn stone face of the physician as he slowly walked toward the group as he delivered the bad news. Tommy stood huddled with the family as the doctor explained, There is nothing we can do. The thrombosis has attacked his heart.

The cries from the room of the man's suffering intermittently diverted all of them standing outside in the hall. The young boy could only stare blankly in a frozen state of shock. The door to his grandfather's deathbed remained cracked open just enough for him to witness the attending nurse covering his lifeless body with a white sheet. The final administrative act was quick after his grandfather made one last gasp in pain before his death.

Tommy looked down the hallway of the hospital, and everything was blurred. At first, the nurses were moving quickly to their next patient. Although he knew they were all walking at the usual pace, the orderlies, doctors, and patients suddenly seemed to be in slow motion. At the far end of the hall, Tommy thought he noticed a man selling flowers with a rose in his hand. He thought the man beckoned to him with one of the flowers.

It did not take Tommy long to realize his childhood had ended that night in the hospital. He was still unable to comprehend that he would never again see his grandfather. The last tangible moment with him was when he saw his corpse displayed at the funeral parlor. For the young boy of 12 years, the process of burying his life's mentor felt unreal as he watched the coffin put in the ground. It was all so surreal. He learned only one thing on that winter day. He understood the true meaning of cold.

He became sure of the truth he would never again experience his grandfather's laughter. They did everything together. He tried to teach him to play the piano and which were the correct mushrooms to pick, but the lessons were cut short by his untimely death. He taught him to fish and hunt. He even showed him the proper colors to draw in the coloring books.

Tommy remembered sitting in the living room watching television with his grandfather. He loved Satchmo, The Lawrence Welk Show, Perry Mason, The Jackie Gleason Show, and The Ed Sullivan Show. The man enjoyed listening to the Beatles. While attempting to teach Tommy piano just by hearing the tune on the radio for the first time, he was capable of performing a flawless rendition of any of the Beatles' songs. He could play a variety of musical instruments and was a skilled craftsman. Every moment spent with him was like discovering a new world. The season in the sun with his grandfather ended far too soon.

Young Tommy could not fully comprehend why his grandfather of 69 years had left. The last five years of his grandfather's life were the only times they spent together. In this short span, he began to understand the bond between them was love. He knew in his adolescent mind that he would not be able to forget his grandfather like so many others who would influence his growing into a man.

On the night after the wake, Tommy dreamt about when his grandfather pretended to be Santa Klaus calling directly from the North Pole. Phone call for you, said his grandmother in the dream as she handed him the handset. Although the person on the other end tried to disguise his voice, Tommy later identified it as his grandfather's coming from a local bar. He was sure it wasn't Santa.

It was more than a dream and became a part of his childhood he will never get back. Tommy's dream was also a harbinger of what awaited him. At the time, he did not comprehend the meaning behind the strange clandestine message his grandfather left for him while he impersonated Santa. While stepping out of the role of Santa Klaus, Tommy could remember the exact words that his grandfather used. Even as a child, Tommy noticed this was not something Santa would say. I will always be there for you, and I will come back if I have to, were the final words as the call and dream ended. Tommy awoke in a cold sweat, confused and unable to assimilate his grandfather's passing.

Years later, Tommy would realize his grandfather must have sensed his time was short and used the opportunity of playing Santa on the phone shortly before his death. It presented a rare chance to get around the obtuse criticisms of his sometimes nagging wife. You smoke and drink too much, she would always be prone to lecture him. As if anything else would change his mind, he simply ignored her insistence as he was a retired cop. It came with the turf. He made this vow to always be there for Tommy as his guide and guardian through his life's course to manhood. His grandfather's words were probably never intended to cover life after death.

Chapter 2 The Nephilim River of Souls

He was in bed and closed his eyes. Every night he would dream of the happy times he spent with his grandfather. It was a type of mourning therapy Tommy