Spectre
I've seen a ghost. Three times now. Just the one. She sits in the corner and just smiles.
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I've seen a ghost. Three times now. Just the one. She sits in the corner and just smiles.
#taleofterror #nightdwellers At the same time every night as the old clock chimes midnight, the beautiful woman walks the hallways looking for others she can tell of her plight.
#household. Pale face and misted eyes,. Past, a blur, a blur of lies,. Flowing hair of white and grey,. Passing through the town one day,. Walked through walls and open doors,.
#youngwritershousehold. There is a little girl I know,. She always likes to sing,. Only I can see her,. Sitting on the swing,. You saw her on the news,. A bell that will ring,.
I ran home. There was nothing left to do. As I walked up the driveway, I heard arguing. My parents. Even when I was dead, they couldn't stop arguing. I paused outside. "LISTEN TO ME NOW, REBECCA.
The warm, scarlet liquid pooled around the young girls body. She could hear her friend calling to her. Screaming.
She's smothered in silk, Pearls, ruffles and jewels, But something isn't right... She walks down the aisle, Looking for her love, Her dress a blackening white.
It was a wet Winters night. One of the darkest That December had yet seen. The wind howled around the eaves and sought entry where-ever it could.
A spirit. A ghost. Drifting as light. From body. From corpse. Up to the night. A ballad. A tune. From glimmering form. A life. A thought. But something to mourn. Just drifting. Just gliding.
I fluttered my eyes open. Expecting to see a large pastel-colored bedroom in a mansion with a view of the Eiffel Tower and scents of fresh cinnamon rolls the chef had made rolling through the mansion.
My sister Sara, was 18, she'd just graduated, she had her whole life ahead of her.
Lying lifeless, on the ground by myself. No one's here now, they've let me go. I've slipped away from the world and no one can save me. The world I live in now is empty, I live in eternal darkness.
Yūrei Pt.1 Ch.1 Darkness The light is fading quickly, soon it will be too dark to see, too dark to see this world, at least. But not too dark for the other one, never too dark for the other one.
A wisp of life, But not quite dead, No giggles of joy, No tears to be shed. A silent girl, Reserved and shy, She's had her chance, She doesn't want to die.
*Inspired by the Martina McBride song* I carefully pull on the dirty cotton dress from the second hand store, pulled on by my hands many more times than twice.
"A soul for a soul, If you want to save him You must sell me your soul And be my servant," Death speaks to me.
So there you have it, the story of how I died. I bet it was kind of easier to tell once I introduced Calvin that he would be the one to kill me.
~here's an awesome song, I love it. You'll love it, listen to it. It's by Of Monsters and Men~ Hey. Hey. Hey. I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
Aria the spirit wolf,. A serene, haunting beast,. Pads silently across moonlit snow,. Her grace moves with ease,. Queen of the snow land,. A predator, never seen,. A wondrous, perfect harmony,.
She stood before the mirror. Drinking in her reflection. She'd waited so long for this day. Her dress was satin perfection. The veil kissed her pretty face. Hung beautifully down to her waist.
A house, abandoned, but on the mantle Lies a yellowed photograph. My mother, father, sister and I Snapshot of us, mid- laugh. I found it there, thick with grime and dust After forty years or so.
Howling winds and pouring rain. Accompanying lightening and thunder: BANG. I've lost my keys somewhere, who knows. I'm soaked through and through all the way to my toes.
Beautiful victorian home. Walls made of stone. Outside a lions gate, & lovely bench. Roses blooming, window overlooking the garden. An old woman stands, hands clenched.
Floating in between the worlds,. Life has left me stranded here,. Grounded, haunting, ever more,. Please, show mercy, lend an ear,. Listen, if just for a minute,. To my story, truth be told,.