The point of it all
The dimensions were wobbly, and it was hard to explain why, exactly. But they were, and the strange things that started to happen slowly became normal, like wearing masks, staying home, distancing. The fact that the ghosts appeared at night honestly just made the whole thing more believable. I had heard about people waking up with WW2 soldiers, mummies, lost kids starting at them, eating their food, doing anything and everything before disappearing as dawn hit the windows. So I wasn’t too shocked to wake up to see a bluish figure sitting primly on the end of my bed.
“Hi?” I mumbled as I blinked the sleep from my eyes, trying to make out their blurry features as I fumbled for my glasses.
“Hello.” He (obviously a he) said.
I somehow knew he wasn’t speaking my language, but I could understand the words. I shoved my glasses onto my face, blinking a few more times.
And that was Hitler. On the end of my bed.
Huh.
“Uh..How goes it?” I asked, a bit numb.
“Where am I.”He asked, his voice oddly flat.
“Uh.” I stated eloquently.
He blinked at me, and I tried to not stare at the blue liquid dripping from his mouth.
“What year is this.” Hitler said. Hitler, who was sitting on my bed, not dead, a ghost. Frowning. At least it was an easy question to answer.
“It’s 2020.”
This got some reaction. He blinked, eyes widening a bit, before narrowing and focusing on me.
“You lie.”
I folded my arms as he continued in the same flat voice,
“It’s 1945. I am-was going to rule the world."
“You’re a ghost in my bedroom. Why would it being 2020 be so impossible”
“I’m not a ghost.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Sure.”
He folded his arms. “Where am I.”
“My house. It’s an apartment, actually, not a house.”
He didn’t answer, but his eyes seemed to be changing, showing more emotion, despite his emotionless voice.
“Why am I here.”
“I wish I knew that.”
He blinked, focusing on me again.
“You don’t know why I’m here.”
’fraid not, you’re just another crazy 2020 thing. Blame the government, or something.”
His eyes were looking around the room.
“What is the point of this.”
I blinked, not sure what to say. He continued.
“I can’t feel anything. I should be in heaven. I can’t remember anything.”
He looks up suddenly, and his eyes actually seem to have emotion, a desperation.
“Are you here to take me to heaven.”
I couldn’t stop the disbelieving laugh as it came from my mouth.
“You’re not going to heaven, Adolf.”
“You know my name.”He stated, blinking slowly as more blood dripped from his mouth, staining his folded arms slowly. “Are you here to judge me then.”
“Me?”
He didn’t answer, just watched me.
“Why else would I be here.”
“I don’t know.” I admitted. “Maybe I’m just a witness. Maybe there is no reason.”
He looked away.
“What happened to my dream.”
I scoffed. “Your ’dream' was destroyed by the rest of the world. We stopped you. You were found dead on April 30th, 1945, after everything you’d planned was stopped by the Allies.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Of course you don’t, I didn’t say. What would be the point?
“Are you going to judge me.”
“That’s..” I sighed. Everything I’d learned in school, all the horrible stories. I took a slow breath.
“I could. But that’s not my job. I’m just a person, you just happen to be in my bedroom tonight.”
Hitler didn’t say anything to that. I moved my pillow behind my back, watching him silently. I sat against the headboard as he stared at nothing. The clock ticked until I lost count of the seconds. The sky was turning grey.
"I don’t want to die.”
I blinked. The stains of blue on his uniform were huge, now.
“I wish I could care.” I snapped, tired, impatient. “But I really don’t."
“You are here to judge me then."
“Maybe. I don’t know."
“I’m proud of what I accomplished. It’s not done yet.”
He didn’t struggle as I shoved him into the sunlight.