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"Who's there?" My voice seemed tiny among the dead branches in the woods. I had no light to guide myself by. My breath came in shaky whispers as I stumbled towards a distant light.
This is something I wrote from long, long time ago, while I was a high school student, doing a assignment for one of English class.
Treasure lies the windy way, It always blows the same. I thought I'd live forever, But then he came. His beard was short And dark. His hand was branded With a 'P' shaped mark.
Frozen to the core Bones left aching and sore As she watches from the distance Her fading mortal existence. The night wasn't supposed to end like this She had been out once...
I fell through the earth at what seemed slow at first, but it then got faster and faster as I got deeper and deeper. I began to slow down and I could make out these noises. Not words but mumbles.
#halloweenparty #ghost In the distance A faded memory My long gone lover Sitting under our tree Moonlight enhancing His perfect face Looking up the sky Wanting one more embrace Let a tear fall We...
#halloweenparty #ghost I don't want to be the ghost no more, Haunting round for something that is unlikely to happen.
I'm haunted by you; Everywhere I go I see you In the crowd, Always a little Too far away To catch up to, But then I realise it Can't be you.
#HalloweenParty #Ghost I sit with pale hands, Watch where the dust lands. My heart an empty void, No longer humanoid. Transparent and alone, This, what Death has shown.
#halloweenparty #ghost. It's was dark and quiet. As it always seems to be. When the restless spirits. Decided to be seen. It was in a room so hollow. In a house made too grand.
#halloween #ghost. Before I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. Because I've been here once before. When I came knocking on your door. Excitedly I said "Trick or treat!".
My death place, Ashes and smoke plough through, And it still makes my soul ache, But there wasn't a thing to do, The fog suffocates even the rain, It reminds me of all the tears, They had no right, I...
I sit quietly in the oak tree across the river from her house, And wait, patiently, counting birds, clouds and flowers, Until she skips down the steps of her town house Whistling, rushing, ruffling...
I whisper. But you can hear me if you choose. I lift the broken leaves. That steal beneath your shoes. 'It's just the wind,' you think. But you couldn't be more wrong. If you listen closely,.
I watch her from a distance. She does not look back. I call out her name. She does not call back. I reach for her hand. She does not reach back. I watch her from a distance. She looks back at him.
She gently caresses his face. Tracing every line and crease. How she loved this face of his. This love would never cease. Walking around the family home. She stares at where she would sit.
---Part 3. Thanks for the encouraging comments on parts 1 and 2. Tell me what you think of the next instalment?:)--- I couldn't put into words what I felt.
In my house I have nothing at all. But a spectral apparition in my hall. She stands alone just floating there. With silvery moonbeams in her hair. Sometimes I just stand and stare.
When do people prefer short ghost stories. When they are of low spirits!.