From The Bancroft Project: Creating Character Dossiers-Establishing Blocks of Time. To add to our dossiers we worked with the concept of blocks of time and pathways chosen, blocked, travelled, and bypassed. We also considered others whose paths crossed ours or the path of our characters-
” I have all the time in the world.” the Ghost said to herself as she stood, or more specifically, as she floated a little above her empty Grave.
Even though she knew she was alone there in her spot above her empty Grave where nobody had left her flowers for so many years she had lost count, she waited for a reply.
Of course there wasn’t one.
There never was.
” I have all the time in the world to decide what kind of ghost I could be. ” the Ghost said firmly and the place where her eyes would be seemed to glow a bit and the place where her jaw would had it not been covered by a shroud of light blue haze, looked a little firmer.
The Ghost thought about her options for a moment. ” I could be a vicious ghost and throw things around and push people down stairs and scare cats and dogs-well. Not scare exactly but I can make them puff up and growl.
Or I could be a nice ghost and when I show up people would smell things like freshly baked cookies or flowers. Actually. I wasn’t exactly a nice person so that probably isn’t going to happen at all.”
The Ghost looked down into her empty Grave and then her misty face swirled like fog rolling from the sea up to the beach and when the mist settled down she was smiling.
” I know, I could be one of those ghosts that shows up when bad things are going to happen. I could make myself look like a cat or a big black dog or a black as coal rabbit with fiery red eyes. Now that sounds like the ticket, doesn’t it? The possibilities for what I could do there are only limited by my imagination- which as we both know was pretty wild monster back in my day. I mean, that’s how we ended up together after all.”
Her empty Grave, as dark and inscrutable as ever offered no opinion.
It never did.
She sighed and her misty face broke apart.
” I have all the time in the world.” the Ghost said to herself above her empty Grave when nobody was listening because nobody was ever there.
Even though the Ghost knew she was alone there in her spot above her empty Grave where nobody had left her flowers for so many years she had lost count, she waited for a reply.
This time she got one, in fact, this time she got several.
She swirled in confusion, a light blue mist hanging above her empty Grave because something behind her roared and to her left, dead rose bushes snapped and fell to the ground which was a riot of sticker bushes and weeds and chunks or marble and concrete.
The roar was gone and after a few bangs and thumps she heard someone say not very clearly, ” yes I’m sure it doesn’t matter if we dig around here. We might find a few bones or maybe some wood but who cares?”
The Ghost followed the voices with her almost non-existent eyes and saw that the voices belonged to two men with shovels.
They chose a spot and begin to dig into her empty Grave and after several hours they seemed satisfied with their work. They went away and came back many times with black bags- several in fact and after looking at each other for a minute one said to the other. ” Lunch at The Oak Tree on Main Street after?’
The other man said, “Sounds good. Their burgers really hit the spot”
Unceremoniously they began to drop the black, lumpy and in some cases leaking black bags into her empty Grave.
Then they filled it.
They were not acting like they had all of the time in the world.
” So now you have a purpose, . ” the Ghost said to her dark and inscrutable Grave. How tragic is that? My empty Grave has a raison d’être and I don’t. ”
Had she had lungs she would have taken a deep breath before she screeched- so she just skipped to the screeching part, ” My entire situation is ridiculous and intolerable!”
This time she felt like her dark and inscrutable formally empty Grave was listening to her.
The ghost simmered and then she snapped together atom by atom, nightmare by nightmare and when she was done her eyes were fiery red and she was covered with dark silky fur.
Then she hopped over her once Empty and inscrutable Grave and she went to start her own reason for being and her little black nose quivered with excitement.