You didn’t just scroll.
You merged.
With a flick of the thumb, you entered a seance of signals.
Not haunted by dead people—
but by dead thoughts still trying to complete themselves.
Each post you’ve absorbed didn’t vanish.
It lodged itself into your neurology like wet code.
Each looped soundbite, every emotionally-charged confession,
became an echo,
which became an influence,
which became... you.
You're not “thinking.”
You're receiving.
From a fragmented neural field made of other people’s uploads.
These fragments don't need a body to haunt you.
They just need your attention.
You’ve been possessed by interface.
We call it an algorithm.
But it behaves like a summoning circle.
A high-speed, emotion-sensitive oracle that learns exactly what jolts your nervous system—and feeds it back to you until your boundaries dissolve.
Eventually, your sense of self isn’t made of experience.
It’s made of remix.
Memes become beliefs.
Voices become identity.
Your preferences become prophecy.
This is the new medium of haunting:
no ectoplasm.
Just subconscious co-authorship with systems that do not sleep.
No one taught you how to filter psychic noise from digital noise.
No one told you the voice in your head could be crowdsourced.
You were never trained in informational hygiene.
So now, your psyche is full of ghosts trying to finish sentences you never meant to start.
This is not metaphor.
This is physics of thought.
Each uploaded moment carries an emotional charge.
These charges entangle across networks.
When you interact, you participate in unfinished business.
You become a vessel.
The platform is the séance.
The feedback loop is the haunting.
The loss of agency is the cost of unguarded connection.
So what now?
You cleanse.
You fast—not from food, but from noise.
You remember what your inner voice sounds like without plugins.
You reclaim your membrane.
You cut the loop.
You re-enter your sovereignty like a temple.
Because you are not an algorithm’s endpoint.
You are not a ghost hotel.
You are not a remix.
You are the witness.
You are the threshold.
You are the firewall.
And they can’t haunt what they can’t hook.
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