What the hell? Now I was hearing ghosts? I rushed
along in a hurry to get below deck.
Peering into the dim,
yellowish light cast over the iron steps, I looked back, straining to see the
presence that may have touched my soul for a brief moment. The light scent of
lavender perfume and the faint sounds of swing music drifted over to me.
Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, feeling transported back to the war years, hearing the moans of the sick, the tender voices of the nurses, the motion of the ocean.
Shivering, I opened my
eyes, deliberately pulling away from someone else’s memories. I couldn’t let
myself fall into the past or I might not come back.
Where the hell had that
thought come from? You’re the ghost disprover, remember? Get it together man,
I told myself, then turned and descended into what may have been a living hell
for some soldiers.
“QM, 2:30 a.m., Isolation Ward,” I said directly into the recorder.