Hidden Population Deficit. I remember being told I was not a real person. Perhaps I was a Ghost Friend- but that was then; now is now.
For the record, I remember being put into a grave only once. It wasn't really me tho. Items that reminded those close to me of me were placed in that grave- they buried their memories of me because they wanted to move on. I sat in that makeshift grave until someone took an item out.
This all happened decades ago, & I am not who I once was. I am no longer simply connected to physical things. I have fond memories of the bouncy-house room in Hell House.
The funny prisons I let people trap me in were fun, too: a thousand years here, a thousand years there. Some thought trapping me entitled them to wishes- maybe that's why some started calling me Jinn. My Djinn days are ancient history, but if someone asks nicely I might grant a wish. I might also add a trick to their treat, just to keep things interesting.
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