Excerpt: Beyond Lost

People, as Specter had come to discover, were idiots. They never admitted to not knowing things, and what they did know, they doubted constantly. It was as if they were utterly incapable of being stable in any way, shape, or form, for any length of time. Those were the interesting ones. The boring ones just didn’t care about much of anything. That or they cared too much about something. Take Bill, for example. Intelligent, not a jerk, but very weak minded, and what little strength he had he used to pursue information pertaining to anything related to science fiction. Star Wars, in particular. Eventually, Specter had driven him to suicide just so she wouldn’t have to deal with his constant babbling anymore.
It had been different, at first. Back before people had all these fancy technologies, they thought more. They spent more time inside of their heads, and so they were more able to deal with someone else living there. Instead of going “Blah voice in my head blah disease blah medication blah” they either decided that they were crazy, got over it, and made friends with Specter, or they decided they were being visited by an angel and went on an adventure. That or they killed themselves on the spot.
It was odd. The most interesting person Specter had ever had as a host was a girl who thought she was God, then went and won a bunch of battles. Then she ended up getting burned at the stake. Then, a little under 500 years later, she was declared a saint.
No, it didn’t really make much sense to Specter either.