Hello, dear followers, and welcome back to another enticing tale from your favorite story-spinner, Tina. Brace yourselves as we are about to embark on a unique narrative journey. Our prompt today is to write a story from a ‘ghost’s point of view’. So dim the lights, wrap yourself in a cozy fleece, and let your imagination roam the spectral realms with me.

This tale of ours is a first-person account from Donovan, the ghost. A soul frozen in time, unchained from the physical world but chained to the place he once called home.

Before the clock stopped for me – for Donovan, existence on earth was pure joy. I was a lighthouse keeper, the sentinel of the sea, whose mundane yet tranquil life was filled with simple joys – the beam of the lighthouse glistening over the waves, a good old book, and piping hot tea.

However, a hurricane one evening took more than just my earthly life; it left me trapped between realms. I became Donovan, the ghost – a silent, spectral observer to the world’s ongoing saga.

I am not a malevolent spirit. I don’t propel chills down the spines or lurk in shadowy corners. My essence lingers in the lighthouse I adored. I keep the place alive, warm, and welcoming, even when vacant. The playful breeze at the staircase, the faint flicker of the lighthouse light every now and then, the mysteriously placed book – signs of my invisible presence.

From my spectral perch, I witness life unfold – the lovers sneaking a moment of solitude, the weary traveler seeking shelter, the dreamy poet finding inspiration. With my unseen fingers, I etch silent stories on the sands of time, becoming an unheard narrator.

Being a ghost isn’t lamentable. It is, in fact, an inscrutable existence. It offers a translucent perspective, where I am neither entirely disconnected from the world, nor bound by worldly affairs. I am not really haunting, rather just living my afterlife in my own way.

This is it, folks – the end of our eerie-yet-melancholic journey â la ghostly realm. It’s intriguing, isn’t it, how even the spectral spirits have stories to tell, feelings to convey, and memories to cherish?

Through Donovan’s spectral eyes, we perceive a different take on what it means to haunt and to be haunted. We learn that every soul has a distinct tale, and every tale adds a touch of color – or in this case, a shade of phantom gray – to the vivid tapestry of existence.

Stay tuned for more enchanting tales from Tina, your lantern in the realms of imagination!