Flash Fiction entry using :hair, circle, stare
"Please don't be frightened," it said. "I've been staying in this attic for many years and hope you won't stare at me or make me leave. I wouldn't know where to go."
"Who are you?" whispered Helen.
"I'm Albert, and I'm a harmless ghost," came the reply.
"Do you have...unfinished business here?" asked Rod.
"Ha," chuckled Albert. "I don't know what circle of fools came up with that 'unfinished business' malarkey, but its plain rubbish. The truth is, at least as I know it, that the deceased temporarily becomes a spirit until their loved ones express remorse for their having passed. Then the spirit moves on. Unfortunately, I was not very popular, and died far from home, unknown and unmissed."
"I had a great uncle named Albert, I think," mused Helen. "As a child, my family went to some relative's wedding. I was about five. It was an outdoor party and I remember that everyone was very loud and acting crazy. All except one old man sitting in a rocker on the back porch. I went over to him and he sat me on his lap and we talked. He spoke to me like I was an adult, not a baby and I liked him very much. I still think about him sometimes. I wish I could see him again.
There came a soft 'pop' from the attic, then silence.