Introduction

August is Spirit Month in the Springs. This new tradition began about an hour ago when I remembered that Book Three is almost entirely composed of Feckless Fables, which feature Ghosts (some object to the G-word due to the inference of it meaning something less there than the original article). Whatever you call them, the days of this month belong to them.

As stated way back in Book One, whenever a new realm is opened in the multiverse, a great many Ghosts will fly in before the borders are sealed for the same reason immigrants came to America. Overcrowding. Lack of opportunity. Belief in “the happily forever after” that they should have learned better about in life.

Still, the dead outnumber the living by a substantial margin, and less competitive Spirits usually seek low impact new lands of make believe to haunt.

Although they are not my creation I feel obligated to give them employment. Yet unlike my stable of FC actors, these dead can only play themselves (so they say).

Only animals can always see and interact with Ghosts. Few people can, much fewer than those who claim to have the gift. That’s because people who interact with Ghosts are not looking to pull a scam. Oddly, the Ghosts who reside and perform in Saragun Springs are one trick phantoms who specialize in one form of haunting.

Much of the following material was originally published on Literally Stories UK over the years. But once you have shuffled off the mortal coil, time matters little. The pieces used to be called Feeble Fables of the Fantasmagorical, but over the course of meaningless time, “Feckless” has emerged as the better adjective.

When the clock tells 6AM international time tomorrow, the first Ghost will appear. He is the only one who is native to the Springs and he has a bit of a preface to get off his chest.

And although much of what I say here will be repeated tomorrow, I figure that placing two explanations might be in order, given the nature of these items.

Leila