The Flu Season- the stories related to possibly the third dimension

(inspired to write a ghost story by a twelve year olds blog that i cam across recently..)

Twelve ghosts congregated at the round table at exactly 12.01 am. They were the twelve ghosts of the high council. Their numbers were suddenly dwindling as was always at this time of the year. They did not know why. They had taken all the precautions they could. But it was always the same. At this time of year the number of mysterious disappearances was always more. And additions to the tribe had been on the decline as well. The last major surge in the population of the tribe had been in 1945 to be precise August 9th, 1945. That had been a magnificent day for the tribe for the additions had been invaluable. In fact the senator who headed the high council had been a mind created on that day. In his election speeches and campaign he had never been shy to advertise that fact to his advantage.

As a species they did not know of their origins yet. They just knew they got created out of apparent nothingness and were found initially wandering aimlessly till the preservers came got them. The preservers are a squadron that has existed from the earliest of settlements with dated records going back about 10000 years. The preservers would find” the loiters” and bring them back to the tribes based on mathematical statistics for proper equivalent distribution. “The loiters” now known as babies were prone to odd behavior and are sent to schools to learn the ways of the society they are going to reside in. The teachers have documented into categories the odd behavior over the years. Some would come in barking at everyone, some meowed and growled, and some would talk gibberish. But there was always the one baby that behaved outside of the known realms.

The various scientific brains had contemplated on origins for centuries past. The debate raged on without a clue as such. One of the brilliant ghosts of all time had come closest to disclosing somewhat of an extraordinary finding. As every brilliant mind would be prone to he too had his eccentricities. As a baby his teachers had documented extremely odd behavior. His birth date he had himself accurately zoned down to April 18th 1955 and had subsequently pioneered the game theory to predict the actual birth date of anyone. And during one of his famous speeches to the teachers’ society of Bethlehem he had introduced the concept of a name and ventured into a theory of existence before the baby stage. He said henceforth he would be addressed as Albert. Whoever had even known the need to have a “name”. It was now fashionable to do so now! His life’s work was dedicated to find a unifying theory that would explain it all. He had been on the verge of revealing so on the night of his sudden disappearance. Even the brilliant are not protected from the mysterious. In later years many have tried to decipher his notes but none have concretely succeeded. One theory that the scientific community had widely accepted was the existence before the baby stage which explained much of the residual behavior.

The mysterious disappearance from existence back to nothingness had never been deciphered either. Various myths and legends had been adopted by the general masses. During this season they would not venture out to even look for fresh carbon monoxide – their chief nutrient of sustenance. They always contorted their shape to resemble that of a cross to ward of the evil. Albert’s greatest contribution had been in giving scientific proof to the existence of these evil wards- “the HUMANs”. No one had ever found physical proof but Albert had propounded the famous el-gizno paradox, i.e., if we were to find means or ways of traveling at the speed of light then as we travel at the speed of light time being circular in nature would come to a standstill and we would be looking at not only ourselves at that point of time but parallelly the humans from the third dimension- the paradox being if we did so the whole time space continuum would collapse onto itself.

The senator addressed the high council, “Dear all—we are hence gathered to discuss…”... he started turning white... a smooth wind started blowing… all in the high council went paranoid… they contorted into crosses to save each his own… and then the senator disappeared with the noise that always accompanied the disappearance- “AAAAAAAcccchhhHHHHHooooOOO”… the squadron came in.. they all looked devastated at their loss… life was always so suddenly taken away… nobody could understand it….they all looked solemn and prayed for the good senators passing

The third dimension:


A little girl who was enjoying the sunshine – the last few days before the winter came... sneezed – “AAAAAAAcccchhhHHHHHooooOOO” and her grandfather at once sang:


O little granddaughter of mine
Sneeze not so loud
For a legend that was created in Ireland
Sung from generation to generation

It is said as the warmth of
the sun recedes for the season
Tis’ the time among others
Known as the flu season

And through this season
Every time does one sneeze softly!
Covering thy nose
Does one liberate our ancestors from
Their painful existence they say

And doing so do we earn
A passage to the lord almighty
For the help we give in doing so
Pays for our own passage some day

The little girl said exasperated” Oh grandpa! You are such a liar. I am not five anymore you know. ….”