I see ghosts. No, I don't. I see a ghost, a man, sprung from a portrait.

Mirage born of my imagination or real ghost, does it matter?

If my subconscious wants to tell me something, in the form of a dead man then it can now. I am ready to accept that he exists, whatever his origin.

Yesterday in this hotel, while staring at the ceiling like a believer at a statue of the Virgin Mary, I realized that the origin of the spirit is not the problem for me. The problem is the consequence of it.

What does the ghostly figure want? Or my confused mind? What is the reason for all these phenomena that relate to my home alone?

Google has led me to articles of poltergeists in my research, but I sense no malice emanating from the figure.

ChatGPT advised me to seek professional help however I don't know if that meant parapsychologist or psychologist.

I closed the tabs on my phone and checked out of the motel. There was only one who can answer my questions, although I don't know how to get him to talk yet.