about ghosts

"...then I will share with you the little I know about ghosts..." replied the goblin "...though I will let you ask me what you will later...", meanwhile somehow the bonfire in the garden must have still been burning, for that feint pungent smell , together with the slight twitching of the eyes in irritation caused by it of course, continued even now, as the goblin looked alternatively down at the wooden table's surface and up at the screen in a slow pensive manner as the night progressed its way once more, "...the room of my childhood this, later the room of my guard duty through my mother's demise, and how I strained my ears to hear the rattling of the child-gate downstairs, knowing that it didn't stop she her really, only that it bought me enough time to halt her there, where I could then lead her to back to her bed, though that's dementia for you, just the balance goes so these stairs are out...", the goblin strained his ears now, and, bar from the steady hum of the computer, the night's silence was its norm of course, but even so, it didn't stop that feeling of "any minute now" within him at this point, so perhaps her ghost, in this room at least, if one could call it a ghost as such, was not some apparition at all, but merely this sensation of constant guard-duty then, or perhaps just an imagined rattling of the child-gate below form moment to moment, that "any minute now" sensation again and again and again