Thanks, Ghosts

I almost stopped writing. No likes. No comments. Not even a weird little hate note to keep things spicy. Just a heavy, echoing silence.

Then someone messaged me: “I really look forward to see more of this story.”

More?

Suddenly I felt like I’d left the door open and someone had been standing in it the whole time, just watching.

That’s when it hit me, ghost readers are real. Drifting through the sentences, never knocking over a single lamp.

So now I keep writing. For the quiet ones. The invisible audience.

Thanks, ghosts.

I love you.

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