~ My stories `
Since I will eventually publish my work, here are small short stories I wrote in the past. These were written from boredom and because my mind never stops, so please feel free to read! If you quote any of my work, please give me credit
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This page will be updated when I come up with ideas for chapters and new stories, so please come back!
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This page will be updated when I come up with ideas for chapters and new stories, so please come back!
~ Night blindness. (Short stories series) ~
Do you fear what you can't see? What is that sound in the darkness; do you feel eyes on you? Well, here's the place to read stories that hopefully will give you chills....Enjoy. ;) *Evil laughter*
(Thanks to "Lovers of darkness" for the pic)
(Thanks to "Lovers of darkness" for the pic)
Here are some strange little stories I decided to post, These will be updated *Hopefully* nightly
(Came up with writing short horror stories thanks to "Creepy pasta"!
(Came up with writing short horror stories thanks to "Creepy pasta"!
~ December 15 2013 ~
(I need suggestions! Have any? =) Please email me or contact me!)
~ November 11 2013 ~ (Updated November 26)
You're slowly letting the worries of your busy week pass you by as you relax into your soft and welcoming bed. The covers embrace you as the pillow cushions your head. This is the moment of bliss you've been craving all week; you welcome the weekend with your favorite song on your phone. It lulls you into a pleasant sleep as you slowly feel your thoughts float into oblivion. You're drifting away until your phone suddenly blasts an ear curling shrieking cry. You feel your pulse soar as you quickly pop your eyes open, "What the hell?" You sigh in relief when the comforting music softly reassures you that you were merely dreaming. You allow your breathing to calm down before you fall back on the pillow; your adrenaline returns to normal as you drift into another distant dream. Bzzzzzzzzt, low sounds of white noise invade your dream, starting very low then screaming into your head again! You awake abruptly once more to hear only the sounds of calm violin music emitting from your phone. "I need to go on a vacation," You murmur to yourself and curl up beneath the covers, hoping to find that restful sleep you've been working all week for. The slow music pulls you back into deep sleep, you hear a whisper call out your name in the horizon. It's softly grabbing your attention with peaceful sunset rays above you. The voice is slowly gaining volume as you allow yourself to melt beneath the calm wisps of the wind. "Wake up," The quiet voice whispers into your ear.
Bzzzzzzzzzzt! Blaring white noise muffles the peaceful vision away from your mind as you shoot up from your sleep once more. The music on your phone has been replaced with low strange frequencies that you don't recall ever hearing. Your heartbeat is pounding loudly in your chest, feeling like it's about to burst forth when you scan your room. Nothing appears out of the ordinary but you feel the darkness stranger you somehow, with eyes of evil glaring back at you. "Who's there?" You choke out with a whimper, hoping nothing responds. The room eerily grows silent as you pull the covers to your nose and nervously peak out. The only light in your room is the pale moon that pools onto your carpet from the curtain hiding your window. You stare were you can feel the eyes; right of your bed to the door leading into the hallway. Your heart suddenly stops for a moment when you see what's been watching you; the object of terror towers at your door frame with a grim appearance and sadistic grin. The creature's face is hidden beneath piles of bandages, the hair long and wild to its bony hips, long clawed hands that dangle at its sides, and only that jagged toothy smile that's visible. You smell decaying flesh as drips of blood befall from its bandaged face.
"I'm surprised a pathetic human such as yourself can see me," His voice cracks in a raspy whisper, sending chills up and down your spine. You want to run, your whole body is telling you to bolt out away from its presence, but fear paralyzes you. He points a long bony finger toward you. "The only ones who can see me are the dead, you must be one of us." You gulp loudly in response. You know you are alive, you know you went to work and everyone acknowledged your existence. "I'm not dead," Your voice comes out as a startled cry as you observe the morbid creature in front of you. "Well, then I'll kill you right now." Your eyes bulge in shock as sweat beads your forehead. "If you can see me, that can also mean that it's your time to die." He bolts in front of in mesmerizing speed, everything moves in slow motion as you feel globs of arm liquid trickle down your exposed flesh, your eyes drift down as you see your own blood pool beneath you and the creature's claws deep inside of your chest as he chuckles in menacing laughter. "No..." You watch in horror as your vision blackens around you and you fall back on the bed.
The last thing you see before your final breath is yourself reflected in the mirror, then you realize to your disbelief that you stabbed yourself with a knife. The creature was merely a hallucination caused by your own disturbed mind and now you're lying on your bed slowly passing from this world to the next.
Bzzzzzzzzzzt! Blaring white noise muffles the peaceful vision away from your mind as you shoot up from your sleep once more. The music on your phone has been replaced with low strange frequencies that you don't recall ever hearing. Your heartbeat is pounding loudly in your chest, feeling like it's about to burst forth when you scan your room. Nothing appears out of the ordinary but you feel the darkness stranger you somehow, with eyes of evil glaring back at you. "Who's there?" You choke out with a whimper, hoping nothing responds. The room eerily grows silent as you pull the covers to your nose and nervously peak out. The only light in your room is the pale moon that pools onto your carpet from the curtain hiding your window. You stare were you can feel the eyes; right of your bed to the door leading into the hallway. Your heart suddenly stops for a moment when you see what's been watching you; the object of terror towers at your door frame with a grim appearance and sadistic grin. The creature's face is hidden beneath piles of bandages, the hair long and wild to its bony hips, long clawed hands that dangle at its sides, and only that jagged toothy smile that's visible. You smell decaying flesh as drips of blood befall from its bandaged face.
"I'm surprised a pathetic human such as yourself can see me," His voice cracks in a raspy whisper, sending chills up and down your spine. You want to run, your whole body is telling you to bolt out away from its presence, but fear paralyzes you. He points a long bony finger toward you. "The only ones who can see me are the dead, you must be one of us." You gulp loudly in response. You know you are alive, you know you went to work and everyone acknowledged your existence. "I'm not dead," Your voice comes out as a startled cry as you observe the morbid creature in front of you. "Well, then I'll kill you right now." Your eyes bulge in shock as sweat beads your forehead. "If you can see me, that can also mean that it's your time to die." He bolts in front of in mesmerizing speed, everything moves in slow motion as you feel globs of arm liquid trickle down your exposed flesh, your eyes drift down as you see your own blood pool beneath you and the creature's claws deep inside of your chest as he chuckles in menacing laughter. "No..." You watch in horror as your vision blackens around you and you fall back on the bed.
The last thing you see before your final breath is yourself reflected in the mirror, then you realize to your disbelief that you stabbed yourself with a knife. The creature was merely a hallucination caused by your own disturbed mind and now you're lying on your bed slowly passing from this world to the next.
~ September 26 2013 ~
"We're in our new home!" You chime in to your spouse, whom you have just recently tied the knot with. He gleams in your eyes with a hint of a smile whisper across his face. "I love you." He kisses you tenderly on the lips before parting. "Have a great day at work." You wave as he dashes out to his car in the driveway, as you glance at your empty home. It's full of your boxes from your move; you acquired this place from your husband's grandparents. "Well, time to explore this house." You silently flow up the winding staircase, noticing the carpet has an old rugged feel to it on your bare feet. Your eyes scan the long hallway before you with three doors at the end. The first room you search has bright sunlight pouring through the huge windows and a tiny closet to the right. This room would make a good office, you think to yourself as you lightly hum a familiar melody and observe the missing carpet on the floor. The next room you wander has one small window, making the room appear darker than the other one. "This would make a good room for our children one day." You smile widely as you notice the good sized closet on the left with what appears to be old chewed up clothing that hangs on the hangers. You shrug and decide it must be the grandparent's old belongings before they passed. You turn toward the door and head to the last room, feeling a bit of a chill embrace you as you approach the final destination. Small goose bumps coat your upper arms as you approach the fair sized room and slowly walk in. One huge window covered with a torn up curtain sits in the center of the room, light shining from the sun. Your eyes avert to the bathroom opposite the closet and you smile widely, "This will be my husband and my room." The closet is covered by a purple drape and your curiosity sets in. Your slow footsteps echo in the room as you feel slow wisps of air blow passed you. "What's in here?" You question as you pull the silky drape back and stare in awe. "Antiques!" Your eyes wander to the old fashioned lamp on a round table, stacks of dusty cookbooks, an old broken grandfather clock, and a life sized porcelain doll. You tilt your head at the realistic looking doll, noticing the torn up white dress covering it's torso, the black pigtails on it's head, bulging blue eyes, and a smile painted on it's face. "Creepy." You mutter quietly to yourself as you exit the closet, that familiar chill tracing down your neck to your spine. Why's it so cold in here? You ask yourself as your eyes follow the window and look for a chance that there may be a crack allowing the cold air inside; nothing. You feel your stomach grumble loudly as you sigh and stumble down the stairs towards the kitchen. You quickly search the fridge and pull out ingredients for soup, happy you remembered to buy food for your new place.
"Georgia...." A feint whisper grasps your attention as you freeze and momentarily scan the kitchen. "I need sleep." You giggle nervously to yourself as you chop up on onion. "Georgia," Low thumping from the floor upstairs makes you jerk our attention to the hallway before the stairs. "Who's there?" Creeks from the floorboards above alert you that you're not alone. "Georgia...." The voice grows more distinct as it nears the top of the stairs with that familiar thumping that sends waves of paranoia throughout your body. You shut your eyes closed and take several deep breaths to calm your pounding heart, "This is a new house, you're imaging things, calm down." Your eyes remain closed as the noises stop abruptly and your heart slowly relaxes after several moments.
You take a deep sigh as your eyes slowly flutter open, "Georgia!" You fly backwards as the girly doll that was hidden away in the closet now stands before you, it's head coked to the side as a sinister smile spreads across it's pale features. The eyes bury deep inside of your soul as you feel adrenaline pulse deeply in your veins. "Go away!" You clumsily dash across the kitchen with desperation. "Stop! Go away! Stop!" You shriek as the doll's laughter fills the room, it's eyes on your back with evil intent as you hide behind stacks of boxes. You curl up against the wall as whimper from fear, the footsteps of the doll is the only sound in this room beside your rapid breathing. "Play with me." The doll's shadow appears on the wall, alerting you that it's nearing the boxes. WIth impulsive need to escape, you pull your courage to take a final dash into the kitchen then up the winding staircase. What does this thing want from me? You look up at the door in the wall, noticing it's an attic covered in the ceiling. You pull down the string that reveals a set of stairs that lead upwards. Not caring what adventures await you above, you bring all your strength to pull yourself up and into safety, feeling waves of chills assault your body. The giggles from the doll at the base of the steps remind you that you're running out of time. "You can't hide from me." You quietly draw the staircase up, with only a small glint of light welcome you from the small hole. "Calm down." You whisper to yourself as you force your breaths to ease down. Small footsteps thump up the stairs as you peak downwards and completely close off the attic.
A new room surrounds you as your eyes dart rapidly around the undiscovered region before you. Cobwebs shower the dim light bulb that lightly blinks down at you. Old chairs are stacked at the end, shredded couches coat the center of the room, and another old grandfather stairs eerily at you; the face crooked and scratched. You settle in the couch that sinks down with your weight, the old leather squeaking below. Shadows hide several secrets in the corners, what appears to be several pieces of furniture are hidden from the light. "If I clean this room, it could be so much nicer." You sigh as you relax back in the cushions and avert your gaze to the objects in front of you.
"I told you that I'd find you." You jerk out of the couch to stare into the eyes of the bulge eyed doll grinning behind where you were sitting. "What do you want from me?" Your heart pounds rapidly in your throat as you feel a sudden lump in your throat, making you want to vomit from the fear and panic that radiates through you. "I want you to play with me." The doll's mouth falls open in a long shriek of laughter as it approaches your paralyzed body. "Please, no." You feel tears of tremendous fear pour down your face as you force yourself to look away from the demonic crystal eyes and toward the staircase that's now open. Your feet move before your mind can comprehend what's happening, you find yourself at the base of the attic and slamming the staircase back up. "Leave me alone!" You yell with irritation as you stumble down the stairs and stand at the entrance of your escape. "Goodbye creepy doll." You grasp the door handle and desperately try to pull it open, but with no luck the door doesn't budge. "No." You fall to your knees in defeat as you slam your eyes shut and wait for your fate to arrive. Seconds, minutes maybe even an hour passes as you open your eyes and find yourself lying on the one piece of furniture you and your husband bought; the comfortable leather couch. A warm hand brushes your cheek as you lazily open your eyes to stare into the eyes of your significant other. "What?" You blurt out as your eyes dart all over the room, moonlight now showers the room as he kisses your cheek. "Georgia, it's me." You cock your head to the side in confusion and place a small hand on his clean face. "But I was just being chased by a doll from upstairs, how did I end up here?" Your husband draws both of his hands over yours as he gives you an affectionate smile. "You must be exhausted from the move, you were sleeping when I arrived back home." You squint suspiciously into his piercing gaze and shrug. "Maybe you're right, I have been sleep deprived." You lay back on the couch and allow yourself to sink into the cushions as he kisses your knuckles sweetly.
"Perhaps you need more sleep, let me help you upstairs." You nod and grip his hands for support as you slowly arise to your feet. "Don't worry, I unpacked our bed and got everything ready. I figured you'd be tired." He chirps as you sleepily head up the stairs as he blows you a kiss at the bottom. "I'll join you shortly, I have some cleaning to do before I sleep." You smile at him and flick on the light, gliding up the staircase and shake your head. "My dreams can be so vivid." The familiar cool air greets you as you wearily walk towards the room at the end in hopes your husband drew the bed in the room you were hoping for, to your approval he set up your queen sized bed in the center of the room you wanted. "He's such a good husband." You sing to yourself as you jump in the bed and cover yourself with the warm blankets and sink in.
"I told you I'd find you...." Your heart sinks in your chest as your eyes slowly hover towards the closet and into the eyes of the doll. "No." You whimper as the door to your doom slams shut loudly and your shrieks of terror echo the house. Your husband's laugh fills the air over your cries for help. "She never suspected I controlled the doll..." His eyes imitate the dolls as a dark smile overrides his face.
"Georgia...." A feint whisper grasps your attention as you freeze and momentarily scan the kitchen. "I need sleep." You giggle nervously to yourself as you chop up on onion. "Georgia," Low thumping from the floor upstairs makes you jerk our attention to the hallway before the stairs. "Who's there?" Creeks from the floorboards above alert you that you're not alone. "Georgia...." The voice grows more distinct as it nears the top of the stairs with that familiar thumping that sends waves of paranoia throughout your body. You shut your eyes closed and take several deep breaths to calm your pounding heart, "This is a new house, you're imaging things, calm down." Your eyes remain closed as the noises stop abruptly and your heart slowly relaxes after several moments.
You take a deep sigh as your eyes slowly flutter open, "Georgia!" You fly backwards as the girly doll that was hidden away in the closet now stands before you, it's head coked to the side as a sinister smile spreads across it's pale features. The eyes bury deep inside of your soul as you feel adrenaline pulse deeply in your veins. "Go away!" You clumsily dash across the kitchen with desperation. "Stop! Go away! Stop!" You shriek as the doll's laughter fills the room, it's eyes on your back with evil intent as you hide behind stacks of boxes. You curl up against the wall as whimper from fear, the footsteps of the doll is the only sound in this room beside your rapid breathing. "Play with me." The doll's shadow appears on the wall, alerting you that it's nearing the boxes. WIth impulsive need to escape, you pull your courage to take a final dash into the kitchen then up the winding staircase. What does this thing want from me? You look up at the door in the wall, noticing it's an attic covered in the ceiling. You pull down the string that reveals a set of stairs that lead upwards. Not caring what adventures await you above, you bring all your strength to pull yourself up and into safety, feeling waves of chills assault your body. The giggles from the doll at the base of the steps remind you that you're running out of time. "You can't hide from me." You quietly draw the staircase up, with only a small glint of light welcome you from the small hole. "Calm down." You whisper to yourself as you force your breaths to ease down. Small footsteps thump up the stairs as you peak downwards and completely close off the attic.
A new room surrounds you as your eyes dart rapidly around the undiscovered region before you. Cobwebs shower the dim light bulb that lightly blinks down at you. Old chairs are stacked at the end, shredded couches coat the center of the room, and another old grandfather stairs eerily at you; the face crooked and scratched. You settle in the couch that sinks down with your weight, the old leather squeaking below. Shadows hide several secrets in the corners, what appears to be several pieces of furniture are hidden from the light. "If I clean this room, it could be so much nicer." You sigh as you relax back in the cushions and avert your gaze to the objects in front of you.
"I told you that I'd find you." You jerk out of the couch to stare into the eyes of the bulge eyed doll grinning behind where you were sitting. "What do you want from me?" Your heart pounds rapidly in your throat as you feel a sudden lump in your throat, making you want to vomit from the fear and panic that radiates through you. "I want you to play with me." The doll's mouth falls open in a long shriek of laughter as it approaches your paralyzed body. "Please, no." You feel tears of tremendous fear pour down your face as you force yourself to look away from the demonic crystal eyes and toward the staircase that's now open. Your feet move before your mind can comprehend what's happening, you find yourself at the base of the attic and slamming the staircase back up. "Leave me alone!" You yell with irritation as you stumble down the stairs and stand at the entrance of your escape. "Goodbye creepy doll." You grasp the door handle and desperately try to pull it open, but with no luck the door doesn't budge. "No." You fall to your knees in defeat as you slam your eyes shut and wait for your fate to arrive. Seconds, minutes maybe even an hour passes as you open your eyes and find yourself lying on the one piece of furniture you and your husband bought; the comfortable leather couch. A warm hand brushes your cheek as you lazily open your eyes to stare into the eyes of your significant other. "What?" You blurt out as your eyes dart all over the room, moonlight now showers the room as he kisses your cheek. "Georgia, it's me." You cock your head to the side in confusion and place a small hand on his clean face. "But I was just being chased by a doll from upstairs, how did I end up here?" Your husband draws both of his hands over yours as he gives you an affectionate smile. "You must be exhausted from the move, you were sleeping when I arrived back home." You squint suspiciously into his piercing gaze and shrug. "Maybe you're right, I have been sleep deprived." You lay back on the couch and allow yourself to sink into the cushions as he kisses your knuckles sweetly.
"Perhaps you need more sleep, let me help you upstairs." You nod and grip his hands for support as you slowly arise to your feet. "Don't worry, I unpacked our bed and got everything ready. I figured you'd be tired." He chirps as you sleepily head up the stairs as he blows you a kiss at the bottom. "I'll join you shortly, I have some cleaning to do before I sleep." You smile at him and flick on the light, gliding up the staircase and shake your head. "My dreams can be so vivid." The familiar cool air greets you as you wearily walk towards the room at the end in hopes your husband drew the bed in the room you were hoping for, to your approval he set up your queen sized bed in the center of the room you wanted. "He's such a good husband." You sing to yourself as you jump in the bed and cover yourself with the warm blankets and sink in.
"I told you I'd find you...." Your heart sinks in your chest as your eyes slowly hover towards the closet and into the eyes of the doll. "No." You whimper as the door to your doom slams shut loudly and your shrieks of terror echo the house. Your husband's laugh fills the air over your cries for help. "She never suspected I controlled the doll..." His eyes imitate the dolls as a dark smile overrides his face.
~ September 17 2013 ~ (Updated September 18)
After a long week of work, you finally have the next few days off so you decide to catch up with old friends on your cellphone. You're sitting out on your porch, trees stretching up to the skies above and hiding most of the sunlight. You pick your favorite chair to relax in, drinking a glass of fresh wine and stretch your legs beneath the glass table in front of you. You pull your phone from your back pocket and send several text messages to friends who have been trying to get ahold of you all week. Your eyelids grow heavy from the lack of sleep you've been missing, the comforting songs from the birds around you lull you into a deep slumber on the wooden chair. Vivid dreams jerk you around the chair, sounds of footsteps pound in your head. You see images of your workplace in your dreams, your co-workers dance around you with shards of glass and blindfolds covering their faces. "Turn around." An older gentleman commands you as you snap out of your strange dreams and rub your eyes. "Why do I have such a bizarre imagination?" You flutter your eyes open and jolt backwards in shock. "How am I here?" Your eyes meet with your own in the reflection. You must have sleepwalked to the bathroom again. Annoyed, you shake your head and wander toward the kitchen, checking your phone for new messages. "Don't go in the bathroom." A text reads as you gasp. You send a reply back to the unknown number in hopes someone is merely pranking you or you read it wrong. Your eyes scan back on the screen as your phone vibrates, revealing a new message from the unknown number. "Too late, you already looked at your reflection, didn't you?" You scan the room for hidden cameras, praying that one of your friends rigged your house. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as you gaze toward the windows. "Stop pranking me, this is getting old." You reply back to the number and fill your glass with red wine. Bzzzzt! Your hand vibrates as you check the phone for a new message. You tilt your head in confusion, "Beware your reflection..." Sighs of frustration escape your throat as you turn off your phone and toss is onto the counter. "Whoever is pranking me has a very weird sense of humor." You start to head outside again as your ring tone blares noisily in the kitchen, alerting you that someone is trying to call you. You slowly stumble towards the phone after taking a light sip of the alcoholic beverage. The unknown number is calling you, "Hello?" You answer as low breaths invade your ears before a voice appears. "You can't hide from the outside world, it's calling you. Avoid the mirror unless you want to see your end." You slam the phone down, being reminded that your phone was off before this caller somehow reached you.
"Screw this." You gulp down the wine greedily and grab an apple in the basket near your microwave. You shrug off the warning, thinking you must desperately need rest and someone is playing disturbing tricks on you. "Good night world," You scurry towards the leather couch in your living room, planting yourself firmly against the comfortable cushions and slowly closing your eyes.
"Screw this." You gulp down the wine greedily and grab an apple in the basket near your microwave. You shrug off the warning, thinking you must desperately need rest and someone is playing disturbing tricks on you. "Good night world," You scurry towards the leather couch in your living room, planting yourself firmly against the comfortable cushions and slowly closing your eyes.
~ September 14 2013 ~ (Updated September 16)
You are sound asleep in your comfy bed, curled up under the warm covers that shelter you from the cold when an ear curling shriek wakes you from your peaceful slumber. Your eyes dart around your room, scanning every inch of the darkness around you. Everything seems normal, so you shrug and decide you must have imagined that noise. "You're not alone." A feint whisper makes you jerk out of the grogginess you were experiencing, now you feel your heart race and pound deep in your chest. Again, you nervously scan the room. Noticing the posters on your wall, the chair in the corner, and the piles of dirty laundry in the corner. Everything is quiet, nothing is out of the ordinary until you hear a low thumping noise on the walls. You stare where the noise is coming from, the moonlight pours through your window and pools into your room. It's that moment you regret looking, the words, "You're not alone" appear in crimson red along the wall, looking like sharp claws created the words. You grow uneasy as you bolt out of your room and into the hallway. Bad choice! Loud intense laughter echoes in the long hallway, creating goose bumps along your bare arms and legs. Where do you go? Where do you run? Something is in front of you and behind you! But what's the better decision? Your breaths grow louder as you begin to panic, heart pounding deep in your chest. "You're not alone." The voices grow closer to you. You gulp loudly as you hear loud scratching echoing in the hallway, more clawed bloody words appear on the pale white walls. "We're going to get you", the words etch themselves in your brain as you dramatically bolt toward your door, lowering your head to avoid seeing more words. Your shaky hands grip the doorknob as you toss the door open and fall to the cold concrete ground. "I'm safe." You struggle to catch your breath as a peaceful smile finds it's way on your face. "Thank you for joining us." Your heart sinks deep in your chest as your gaze befalls the several wicked looking shadows towering over you. Their sinister grins makes your adrenaline soar in your veins, "We couldn't get to you in your home, so we lured you out here...We told you we were going to get you." Your mouth falls open while they encompass you in darkness, as the last words you ever hear echo into the blackness that embraces your soul.
"...You should have stayed inside."
"...You should have stayed inside."
~ September 13 2013 ~
Today is Friday the 13th, the day you and most superstitious people fear. It was your day off from work and you're sitting on your bed, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the night. "I survived today," You sigh in relief as you lean against the fluffy cushions on your couch, opening the page to your newest book. Friday the 13th is almost over, you think to yourself as a smile creeps across your face while you flip through the pages in the book, it's all about conquering paranoia; something you've been struggling with for years. You feel a shiver travel down your spine as you read on, "That feeling of being watched is a common fear among paranoid people," it's that moment you feel that sensation of a pair of eyes scanning your body. You turn your head to scan the tiny living room for peace of mind, everything appears normal. The TV you constructed together sits about ten feet in front of you, your favorite coffee table elevates your feet, sapphire blue curtains hide the window to your right, and a small table with three wooden chairs sits to your left. Nothing is out of the ordinary here, you shrug off the thoughts in your head as you continue reading. "Paranoid people can even hear things that others can't, which can spike up their heart in response..." Your voice trails off when you hear light scratching sounds echo in the small room, alerting all your senses at once. Your breathing grows more intense as you hear low whispers call out behind you. Fear momentarily paralyzes you before you force your head back and stare at the wall. "I'm being ridiculous." You chuckle nervously as your eyes scan over the words in the book. "When paranoia is high enough, you may even start to see things no one else can." Your heart sinks when a tall black shadow appears in the corner of your vision, dancing with wicked intentions. You slam your eyes shut and try to focus on deep breathing to calm yourself down, telling yourself it's just the book getting too you. "Calm down." You command yourself as you slowly open one eye and turn your gaze where you saw the intimidating creature, to your relief, nothing towers in the corner. "One last chapter," You promise yourself as your eyes fall on the book below once more.
"The most common fear to a paranoid person or even to most people, is the darkness." You pause briefly and feel sweat trickle on your forehead. WIthout warning, all lights blow out and you're surrounded in deep darkness. Your breathing grows erratic as you feel sensations of blaring eyes watch you on all sides, low whispers send creeping chills down your body, and something travels near your ankles. "Please no." You tremble violently at the fear of what's to come next, happy you can't read anymore of your book to trigger more fears.
"Happy Friday the 13th." Low growls greet you with demonic presences, something grabbing your book away with sharp claws. "What most paranoid people fear most of all is death..." You hear a voice boom down on you as you shriek in dismay.
"The most common fear to a paranoid person or even to most people, is the darkness." You pause briefly and feel sweat trickle on your forehead. WIthout warning, all lights blow out and you're surrounded in deep darkness. Your breathing grows erratic as you feel sensations of blaring eyes watch you on all sides, low whispers send creeping chills down your body, and something travels near your ankles. "Please no." You tremble violently at the fear of what's to come next, happy you can't read anymore of your book to trigger more fears.
"Happy Friday the 13th." Low growls greet you with demonic presences, something grabbing your book away with sharp claws. "What most paranoid people fear most of all is death..." You hear a voice boom down on you as you shriek in dismay.
~ September 11 2013 ~
You're drifting in the wind, swaying from side to side in the gentle breezes blowing around you. Everything is gentle and still, melodies from the birds lull you into a peaceful trance when a sudden loud ringing bursts into your ears and wakes you of your deep slumber. You groan and slam a hand on your alarm clock, glancing at the time through sleepy eyes. "Six in the morning." You sigh loudly and rub your eyes, yawning loudly as you stretch your arms high into the air. You slowly flutter your eyes back open, scanning the room around you; the sun beats warmly through your window and spills onto the carpet. Your curtain barely hides the rays of light as the breezes whisper through the crack in your window. "What a night." You slowly arise to your feet and feel the effects of your partying of last night, head pounding with a throbbing headache. "I knew I shouldn't have drank so much." You gently rub your temples, thankful that you're not working today. You rarely to never leave the house, feeling comfort in your own company but last night you were lonely and invited old friends. Your job is working at home and publishing books on psychology, "I don't want to talk to my roommates today," You groan as you slowly creep down the stairs, hoping your two roommates won't be awake yet or want to talk. "Good morning!" You glare at the familiar face standing at the bottom of the stairs, his face hidden by the mess of long brown hair. "How did you sleep?" His cheery voice echoes in your head, drawing on more irritation as you stumble passed him and grab a glass of water on the counter top. "Fine." You mutter quietly as your eyes meet with your female roommate sitting at the table. She throws you a look of death when you chug down the glass of water. "Jerk." She scoffs and flies out of the door. You throw your hands up in defense and watch the professionally dressed women fly into her car. "You drank her water." The man dressed in black chuckles at you. He looks like he's about to say something as you cut off his train of thought. "I'm going back to bed, Jake." He gives you a sad look as you drunkly head back up the winding staircase, covering yourself in layers of warm blankets and drift off into a deep sleep. A loud bang wakes you from your slumber as you groan and cover your head.
"Jake, I'm trying to sleep." You slur loudly and slowly gaze into your room. A dark shadow stands in the center of your room, moonlight emitting lightly from your window instead of the warm sun. You squint your eyes as the shadow remains motionless, no features visible. "Grace, is that you?" You rub your head and grow impatient when there's no reply. "Get out of my room." The shadow whispers in an erie tone. Confused, you tilt your head and sigh. "This is my room, I've been living here for one year now."
"No, you're incorrect." The shadow appears to hover lightly above the ground, legs not moving as it slowly approaches you. "I've only tolerated you staying in here, I could kill you if I so desired."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Your heart skips a beat as an evil presence embraces you, like a blanket of cold surrounding your body.
The shadow remains silent, closer to your bed as you're paralyzed in place. "Answer me!" Your voice comes out as a cry of desperation as you see a white toothy grin spread on it's face. "I am you."
"Shoot!" Your body is dowsed in cold sweat as you wake from the vivid nightmare, happy that you were only dreaming. The sun is rising as a hint of light touches the base of your window. You take in several deep breath, trying to calm down your beating heart. You look at the date and notice you slept an entire day, your alarm blares loudly as you slam the button down. "Well, now I need to eat." You feel the grumble deep in your stomach, realizing you didn't eat a single meal yesterday. You shake off the remains of tiredness and fly down the stairs, scurrying into the fridge. "What should I eat on this peaceful morning?" You then notice the fridge is empty, your roommates must have eaten all the food yesterday. Your stomach angrily responds to the lack of food as you sigh and brush your hair back with fingers, heading towards your tiny black car in the driveway. You grab the keys off the hook on the wall and throw the screen door open, anxiously approaching your car. "Well, time for groceries." The drive towards the store is unusually quiet while there's not a single trace of life in the outside world. That's odd, you think to yourself. It may be six in the morning but some cars usually drive by you. Your car comes to a noisy halt as you park it with ease, the store is only several feet in front of you with no signs of cars or any employees near. "Hello?" You wander into your favorite grocery store, no one stands at the register. You find it rather peculiar that the automatic doors weren't locked. "Is anyone here?" Your eyes dart around the empty store, the only sound you hear is your own breathing and noisy footsteps. "What's going on?" You pull your cellphone out of your pajama pants and dial your mother's numbers, hoping to gain peace hearing someone's voice. You hold the phone to your ear, it rings once and stops with no answer. "How strange,." You dial Jake, your very talkative roommate, in hopes he will answer. You place the phone to your ear as it rings, quickly arriving to his cheerful sounding voicemail. "I'll try Grace." You dial your female roommate's number and hear it ring a few times before her unwelcoming voicemail picks up your empty call.
You drive back home after picking up a sandwich, trying to collect your thoughts that bombard your brain. I must be dreaming, you think to yourself as you toss the door to your home open and peer inside, hoping this is all just a strange prank. Everything feels unreal as you stair at the kitchen. Loneliness stirs inside of your stomach as you bow your head. "Maybe everyone left me because I haven't been trying to converse with anyone, I've been quite a jerk lately." You devour the ham sandwich greedily and pace the hallway, hoping to hear someone's voice.
Hours pass slowly as you're still wandering alone. No trace of existence comforts you as you ache of despair. You try calling your neighbor that drank with you last night, with no answer to your call; you then dial your mother, roommates, brother, and several old friends you haven't chatted with for years, but there's no glimmer of hope when all send you to their voicemail. "What's happening? I don't believe I'm the last man on earth, that only happens in movies." You chuckle nervously to yourself as you envision zombies walking the earth. Heck, even a zombie would be better than no sign of life. You turn on the TV in hopes to receive an answer, but no channel works to your disapproval. "This is too weird," You briskly strut toward the bathroom, gasping in shock at the reflection in the mirror. "How is really been that long since I've seen a mirror that I don't recognize myself?" I shake your head and sigh, watching the mirror closely. "Maybe it's the apocalypse." A shiver travels down your spine as you exit the bathroom, hearing a feint voice grasp you attention. FInally, a sign of human life! You travel with comfort into the kitchen, with high hopes of seeing familiar faces.
"Welcome back." A low voice whispers as your smile fades to a frown, your jaw drops as you see two people resembling you. The male has a cheery expression on his face with your identical features and the female also has your features with a distraught expression. Have your roommates always looked like you?
"You both look different." You study them closely as you feel nausea built in your stomach, they both slowly turn toward you and announce at the same time , "I am you."
"What?" You stare in disbelief as your mind races. "We don't exist, we're a figment of your imagination. You've been alone for so long, this whole town has been abandoned for decades and for you to cope, you created us as a way to maintain your sanity... Though it's too late to preserve that sanity."
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"Jake, I'm trying to sleep." You slur loudly and slowly gaze into your room. A dark shadow stands in the center of your room, moonlight emitting lightly from your window instead of the warm sun. You squint your eyes as the shadow remains motionless, no features visible. "Grace, is that you?" You rub your head and grow impatient when there's no reply. "Get out of my room." The shadow whispers in an erie tone. Confused, you tilt your head and sigh. "This is my room, I've been living here for one year now."
"No, you're incorrect." The shadow appears to hover lightly above the ground, legs not moving as it slowly approaches you. "I've only tolerated you staying in here, I could kill you if I so desired."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Your heart skips a beat as an evil presence embraces you, like a blanket of cold surrounding your body.
The shadow remains silent, closer to your bed as you're paralyzed in place. "Answer me!" Your voice comes out as a cry of desperation as you see a white toothy grin spread on it's face. "I am you."
"Shoot!" Your body is dowsed in cold sweat as you wake from the vivid nightmare, happy that you were only dreaming. The sun is rising as a hint of light touches the base of your window. You take in several deep breath, trying to calm down your beating heart. You look at the date and notice you slept an entire day, your alarm blares loudly as you slam the button down. "Well, now I need to eat." You feel the grumble deep in your stomach, realizing you didn't eat a single meal yesterday. You shake off the remains of tiredness and fly down the stairs, scurrying into the fridge. "What should I eat on this peaceful morning?" You then notice the fridge is empty, your roommates must have eaten all the food yesterday. Your stomach angrily responds to the lack of food as you sigh and brush your hair back with fingers, heading towards your tiny black car in the driveway. You grab the keys off the hook on the wall and throw the screen door open, anxiously approaching your car. "Well, time for groceries." The drive towards the store is unusually quiet while there's not a single trace of life in the outside world. That's odd, you think to yourself. It may be six in the morning but some cars usually drive by you. Your car comes to a noisy halt as you park it with ease, the store is only several feet in front of you with no signs of cars or any employees near. "Hello?" You wander into your favorite grocery store, no one stands at the register. You find it rather peculiar that the automatic doors weren't locked. "Is anyone here?" Your eyes dart around the empty store, the only sound you hear is your own breathing and noisy footsteps. "What's going on?" You pull your cellphone out of your pajama pants and dial your mother's numbers, hoping to gain peace hearing someone's voice. You hold the phone to your ear, it rings once and stops with no answer. "How strange,." You dial Jake, your very talkative roommate, in hopes he will answer. You place the phone to your ear as it rings, quickly arriving to his cheerful sounding voicemail. "I'll try Grace." You dial your female roommate's number and hear it ring a few times before her unwelcoming voicemail picks up your empty call.
You drive back home after picking up a sandwich, trying to collect your thoughts that bombard your brain. I must be dreaming, you think to yourself as you toss the door to your home open and peer inside, hoping this is all just a strange prank. Everything feels unreal as you stair at the kitchen. Loneliness stirs inside of your stomach as you bow your head. "Maybe everyone left me because I haven't been trying to converse with anyone, I've been quite a jerk lately." You devour the ham sandwich greedily and pace the hallway, hoping to hear someone's voice.
Hours pass slowly as you're still wandering alone. No trace of existence comforts you as you ache of despair. You try calling your neighbor that drank with you last night, with no answer to your call; you then dial your mother, roommates, brother, and several old friends you haven't chatted with for years, but there's no glimmer of hope when all send you to their voicemail. "What's happening? I don't believe I'm the last man on earth, that only happens in movies." You chuckle nervously to yourself as you envision zombies walking the earth. Heck, even a zombie would be better than no sign of life. You turn on the TV in hopes to receive an answer, but no channel works to your disapproval. "This is too weird," You briskly strut toward the bathroom, gasping in shock at the reflection in the mirror. "How is really been that long since I've seen a mirror that I don't recognize myself?" I shake your head and sigh, watching the mirror closely. "Maybe it's the apocalypse." A shiver travels down your spine as you exit the bathroom, hearing a feint voice grasp you attention. FInally, a sign of human life! You travel with comfort into the kitchen, with high hopes of seeing familiar faces.
"Welcome back." A low voice whispers as your smile fades to a frown, your jaw drops as you see two people resembling you. The male has a cheery expression on his face with your identical features and the female also has your features with a distraught expression. Have your roommates always looked like you?
"You both look different." You study them closely as you feel nausea built in your stomach, they both slowly turn toward you and announce at the same time , "I am you."
"What?" You stare in disbelief as your mind races. "We don't exist, we're a figment of your imagination. You've been alone for so long, this whole town has been abandoned for decades and for you to cope, you created us as a way to maintain your sanity... Though it's too late to preserve that sanity."
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~ September 6 2013 ~ (UPDATED September 8)
(Semi based on a real story)
It's 2 in the morning, you just finished your shift at your night job, "Have a good night," You tell the final customers as they walk off into the brisk early morning air. The place grows eerily quiet so you switch on slow music from the computer, feeling two eyes beaming down on you. You jerk your head where you felt the presence; nothing or no one is there. You figure it must be the wind outside or you're overly tired from the long day of work. You hear a stirring noise that snaps your head upwards, eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. It's coming from the hallway, "Hello?" You squeak and slowly walk towards the noise, passing the cash register on your right. "Hello?" Your voice comes out more stern, as you sigh loudly and wonder what customer is still in the store. Eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrr. There's the noise again! WIth more annoyance than curiosity, you fly around the corner and stare toward the long dark hallway, the women's bathroom stands at the end. "Who's there?" You notice the bathroom door is slightly open, no light emits from the room as you pace towards it with agitation. "If you're playing a game, I'm asking you to leave now!" You stand in front of the door and slowly push it open, the automatic lights flickers on as your hand stays on the door. No one is here but you feel a looming presence and slam the door shut as you back away from it slowly. Everything is still with no sign of life as you shrug and head back towards the counter. Scratch, scratch. Low noises echo in the bathroom you just closed. Shivers travel up and down your spine as your body uncomfortably tenses up. Invisible eyes glare at you from behind, but you continue walking in hopes you're just imagining everything. "Alright, stay calm." You mumble to yourself as you take a deep breath of air into your lungs and scurry to the counter. Moments pass as you clean the back room with no sign of another presence. You start to hum along to the song softly echoing from the computer as loud footsteps draw your attention away from cleaning the room close to the register. "Who's there?" You peak your head out of the room and stare where you heard the sound, the footsteps pace rapidly in the hallway. Not this again, you think to yourself as you dart towards the wall and glance behind it with caution, your heart races rapidly in your chest as you see no sign of human life, just that morbid presence watching you from afar.
"Screw this!" You clumsily flicker off all the lights in all the rooms, desperately trying to ignore those angry eyes on your back. The place hasn't been fully cleaned yet but you dash past the hallway; hoping nothing follows you before you can lock up the store.
You're in front of the window that's inches from the door to your freedom, something in the glass catches your attention that locks you in place; fear paralyzing your feet to the carpeted floor. You have no reflection, a dark solid shadow towers behind you, stretching over eight feet in height. You see the wretched creature extend claw like hands above it's head and smile evilly. That's when you realize you must of died during your shift, for you're being called to the after world.
"Am I dead?" You ask as you face the terror of death hovering in front of you, he gives you a wicked smile and shakes his head. "You've been dead for a long time, I'm the one with a beating heart. It may surprise you that you see me as a terrifying creature, but that's what happens when you're in the afterlife." You head tilts to the side as you stare in disbelief. "How can I be dead? I've been working this store for years." The shadow human points a finger towards you, "Everyone can see you, you took the body of a living person when you passed and took their memories with you."
"Why do I see you as a shadow creeper when I see everyone as they are?"
"You always see your killer in a different light after death." You glare at the psycho grinning from ear to ear. "Nice to see you again."
It's 2 in the morning, you just finished your shift at your night job, "Have a good night," You tell the final customers as they walk off into the brisk early morning air. The place grows eerily quiet so you switch on slow music from the computer, feeling two eyes beaming down on you. You jerk your head where you felt the presence; nothing or no one is there. You figure it must be the wind outside or you're overly tired from the long day of work. You hear a stirring noise that snaps your head upwards, eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. It's coming from the hallway, "Hello?" You squeak and slowly walk towards the noise, passing the cash register on your right. "Hello?" Your voice comes out more stern, as you sigh loudly and wonder what customer is still in the store. Eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrr. There's the noise again! WIth more annoyance than curiosity, you fly around the corner and stare toward the long dark hallway, the women's bathroom stands at the end. "Who's there?" You notice the bathroom door is slightly open, no light emits from the room as you pace towards it with agitation. "If you're playing a game, I'm asking you to leave now!" You stand in front of the door and slowly push it open, the automatic lights flickers on as your hand stays on the door. No one is here but you feel a looming presence and slam the door shut as you back away from it slowly. Everything is still with no sign of life as you shrug and head back towards the counter. Scratch, scratch. Low noises echo in the bathroom you just closed. Shivers travel up and down your spine as your body uncomfortably tenses up. Invisible eyes glare at you from behind, but you continue walking in hopes you're just imagining everything. "Alright, stay calm." You mumble to yourself as you take a deep breath of air into your lungs and scurry to the counter. Moments pass as you clean the back room with no sign of another presence. You start to hum along to the song softly echoing from the computer as loud footsteps draw your attention away from cleaning the room close to the register. "Who's there?" You peak your head out of the room and stare where you heard the sound, the footsteps pace rapidly in the hallway. Not this again, you think to yourself as you dart towards the wall and glance behind it with caution, your heart races rapidly in your chest as you see no sign of human life, just that morbid presence watching you from afar.
"Screw this!" You clumsily flicker off all the lights in all the rooms, desperately trying to ignore those angry eyes on your back. The place hasn't been fully cleaned yet but you dash past the hallway; hoping nothing follows you before you can lock up the store.
You're in front of the window that's inches from the door to your freedom, something in the glass catches your attention that locks you in place; fear paralyzing your feet to the carpeted floor. You have no reflection, a dark solid shadow towers behind you, stretching over eight feet in height. You see the wretched creature extend claw like hands above it's head and smile evilly. That's when you realize you must of died during your shift, for you're being called to the after world.
"Am I dead?" You ask as you face the terror of death hovering in front of you, he gives you a wicked smile and shakes his head. "You've been dead for a long time, I'm the one with a beating heart. It may surprise you that you see me as a terrifying creature, but that's what happens when you're in the afterlife." You head tilts to the side as you stare in disbelief. "How can I be dead? I've been working this store for years." The shadow human points a finger towards you, "Everyone can see you, you took the body of a living person when you passed and took their memories with you."
"Why do I see you as a shadow creeper when I see everyone as they are?"
"You always see your killer in a different light after death." You glare at the psycho grinning from ear to ear. "Nice to see you again."
~ September 3 2013: ~
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September 3 2013:
It's the end of summer, you hear the clock noisily tick as you exit the shower. Everything is dark and silent, except for the clock and the light of the bathroom. It's about 3 am, you have insomnia so you decided to kill time under the warm water. You enter your bedroom now, you feel eyes beam on you but don't see a thing. Something is watching you, checking you out, it seems to be coming from your closet. Your breathing deepens as you force yourself to look in the dark shadows of the small doorless closet, then without warning, there's a sudden black out. All you hear is your heart race and your imagination runs wild, something grazes your knee and you jump back in surprise. Those eyes are fully on you, there's a strange breathing that isn't yours beside you. You leap in the bed, hoping the nightmare will stop, only to fall off the bed and realize you were dreaming; the clock is loudly ticking as you feel a sense of De Ju Vu.
September 3 2013:
It's the end of summer, you hear the clock noisily tick as you exit the shower. Everything is dark and silent, except for the clock and the light of the bathroom. It's about 3 am, you have insomnia so you decided to kill time under the warm water. You enter your bedroom now, you feel eyes beam on you but don't see a thing. Something is watching you, checking you out, it seems to be coming from your closet. Your breathing deepens as you force yourself to look in the dark shadows of the small doorless closet, then without warning, there's a sudden black out. All you hear is your heart race and your imagination runs wild, something grazes your knee and you jump back in surprise. Those eyes are fully on you, there's a strange breathing that isn't yours beside you. You leap in the bed, hoping the nightmare will stop, only to fall off the bed and realize you were dreaming; the clock is loudly ticking as you feel a sense of De Ju Vu.
~ Living with the ghost of the past ~
What is the meaning of life when you die? Alicia will soon discover that very meaning when she watches her own funeral take place.
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Genre: Psychological, Paranormal romance, Tragic
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Chapter 1
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Snow grazes my face as I glance up into the bitter pure white sky, the cold season approached quicker than expected so I'm barely prepared.I bury my face into the fluffy midnight blue scarf that wraps around my neck. "Winter is not one of my favorite memories." I whisper to myself as I feel goose bumps tickle their way up my arms. I kneel on the cold snow covered ground as my eyes gaze at the lonely tombstone inches away from my trembling body.
"Dearest, I hope you forgive me." I clasp my hands together as tears trickle down my face, betraying my urge to stay strong. The name of Kyle Borne is etched in stone, hidden behind the coat of white that trails to the ground.
My name is Alicia Borne, I've been a widow for exactly a year now. I married my High-school sweetheart three years ago when he romantically proposed under the stars. That moment hits me harder than a brick wall, I still can't accept the love of my life died because of me. I am now 24, unable to move on from the loss. He was killed in a brutal car accident, the driver was drunk. If I had been driving, he would be alive and I would be in the ground. "I will always love you." The tears now stream down my face, my vision is blurred from the excessive amounts of moisture that coats them. There are times I think I can hear his voice soothing me, reminding me that he still loves me. I cherish those moments when I feel him near.
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I don't even know how I got back home, but I am sitting back on my leather couch, the one Kyle and I purchased last Christmas. I slowly wipe the frosty tears off my face and flutter my eyes shut, trying to remind myself to stay positive but it's hard in moments like this. "Alicia..." A small comforting voice murmurs, grabbing my attention immediately. "Kyle?" A smile spreads across my face as I turn where the voice was heard. "Not this time," I tilt my head toward the small glint of orange that floats in front of my window, the moonlight pouring through and drowning my carpet in dim white. "If you can hear me, I know how to bring your husband back." My ears perk up to this and I nod. "Go on." I don't find hearing voices in my small one bedroom home weird anymore, ever since the passing of my significant other, I've been visited from several ghosts that live in here, none have bothered me and since I am very lonely; I learned to enjoy it.
"I shall give you seven days to find positivity in all situations and if you don't kill yourself, I will let you be reunited with your love, forever." I haven't tried to end my life recently, so how hard can this be. "Deal, but what's in it for you?" The ghost chuckles lightly, "I will gain the rest of the years you were to live and you'll be a ghost."
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(TO BE CONTINUED..... Like the story so far? Please contact me and let me know! This is a story I came up with randomly, so please share your thoughts! ^^ )
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Genre: Psychological, Paranormal romance, Tragic
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Chapter 1
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Snow grazes my face as I glance up into the bitter pure white sky, the cold season approached quicker than expected so I'm barely prepared.I bury my face into the fluffy midnight blue scarf that wraps around my neck. "Winter is not one of my favorite memories." I whisper to myself as I feel goose bumps tickle their way up my arms. I kneel on the cold snow covered ground as my eyes gaze at the lonely tombstone inches away from my trembling body.
"Dearest, I hope you forgive me." I clasp my hands together as tears trickle down my face, betraying my urge to stay strong. The name of Kyle Borne is etched in stone, hidden behind the coat of white that trails to the ground.
My name is Alicia Borne, I've been a widow for exactly a year now. I married my High-school sweetheart three years ago when he romantically proposed under the stars. That moment hits me harder than a brick wall, I still can't accept the love of my life died because of me. I am now 24, unable to move on from the loss. He was killed in a brutal car accident, the driver was drunk. If I had been driving, he would be alive and I would be in the ground. "I will always love you." The tears now stream down my face, my vision is blurred from the excessive amounts of moisture that coats them. There are times I think I can hear his voice soothing me, reminding me that he still loves me. I cherish those moments when I feel him near.
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I don't even know how I got back home, but I am sitting back on my leather couch, the one Kyle and I purchased last Christmas. I slowly wipe the frosty tears off my face and flutter my eyes shut, trying to remind myself to stay positive but it's hard in moments like this. "Alicia..." A small comforting voice murmurs, grabbing my attention immediately. "Kyle?" A smile spreads across my face as I turn where the voice was heard. "Not this time," I tilt my head toward the small glint of orange that floats in front of my window, the moonlight pouring through and drowning my carpet in dim white. "If you can hear me, I know how to bring your husband back." My ears perk up to this and I nod. "Go on." I don't find hearing voices in my small one bedroom home weird anymore, ever since the passing of my significant other, I've been visited from several ghosts that live in here, none have bothered me and since I am very lonely; I learned to enjoy it.
"I shall give you seven days to find positivity in all situations and if you don't kill yourself, I will let you be reunited with your love, forever." I haven't tried to end my life recently, so how hard can this be. "Deal, but what's in it for you?" The ghost chuckles lightly, "I will gain the rest of the years you were to live and you'll be a ghost."
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(TO BE CONTINUED..... Like the story so far? Please contact me and let me know! This is a story I came up with randomly, so please share your thoughts! ^^ )