Wicked Writing

Ghost Story #1: Halloween 2012

I feel like I am going crazy. It has to be the stress of moving into a new house or the divorce. Something. No sooner had I laid down in bed; things start to happen.

It’s an old house and at first I put the knocking and the creaking down to the wind and rain outside, but the door handle rattled inside my bedroom. It was like someone could not get into a locked door and would repeatedly try to turn the handle.

On the third try the door opened and a slither of grey moonlight crept into my room and over my bed. I remember looking from beneath my threadbare blanket and seeing only the outline of my door. And then… then the light was slightly blocked by something. I could make it out beneath my blanket, but the fear was sending shivers up my spine. I couldn’t move. I was frozen.

I shut my eyes, pretending that this wasn’t happening. I remember thinking that I should just turn over onto my stomach and go to sleep, but somehow that made me feel vulnerable.

All of a sudden the blanket was ripped from my hands and the bed, and was laid in a pool at the bottom of the floor. I glanced up at the door to see what was blocking the light. I could make out a dark silhouette of a tall woman. I couldn’t see her face, or what she was wearing but as if by instinct I knew it was a woman.

“Who are you?” my voice was cracking in fear.

She didn’t speak, but I felt a pair of eyes that I couldn’t see, look straight through me. She turned her head sharply, as if she heard a noise and walked towards the noise, and disappeared from the crack of light. I wanted to feel relieved but the pressure in the room seemed to close in. I felt that someone was sitting on my chest. Something heavy and constricting. I looked around the room. Nothing was out of place. Nothing was there.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something. The women was back. She was pacing in the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth. I couldn’t hear any footsteps, but she began to pace more furiously.
Back and forth. Back and Forth.

Then she stopped. Turned and looked straight at me. This time I could see her face. It was grey and gaunt. With a small, thin mouth and black eyes. She stared at me for what seemed like minutes, but could have only been a few seconds. She opened her mouth, wide and let out a piercing, high-pitched scream.

I closed my eyes and held my hands over my ears to protect them from the noise, but it was like she was screaming in my head. I couldn’t block her out, so I screamed as well. Over the scream I heard a loud bang to my right. My eyes flew open and swiped towards the window, where I heard the noise. The window was open, and the wind flew across the room with such a large force, that the door closed. The screaming stopped. The door had slammed shut with another large bang!

Everything had gone quiet. I couldn’t even hear the wind or rain outside. It was a deathly silence. I lifted my hands up off of my ears. My mouth wide open with shock. I turned towards the clock on my night stand and it was 3am. My hand shaking, I reached over to the glass on the nightstand and drunk the glass of water. I collapsed back onto the bed with a thump, staring up at the ceiling.

The next thing I remember was waking up the next morning, listening to the birds telling the world that they had survived the night. Well, so did I.

Tonight I will have to sleep in that bed, in that room. Will she return?

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