The temptation of exploring an old haunted house alone , where strange things happened to people and against my best friend’s wishes ,was too hard to resist. After spending a night there when I proudly came out to announce to my friend that nothing in the house had changed since last night , I found her screaming hysterically , the house hadn’t changed , I had !!
I guess I was right about our kids being better off without me. I can still hear them laughing even after I’ve killed them.
He says, “you breathe 25,000 times a day and expect to only love once in your life.”
But he does not know that I am ghost.
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
“Ghosts don’t scare me!”, I shouted and the ghastly figure disappeared. I was relieved but then I heard a whisper from behind my left ear saying, “Who said I am?”
Faint tapping came from Frank’s wall each night. He dreamt of messages from lost souls, but he always forgot them come morning.
Alison shut her eyes hard and covered her face with her hands, forcing the image of the thing at the end of the hall out of her brain and silently repeating over and over again that such a thing could not exist. She was certain the apparition would be gone the moment she opened her eyes, but instead she saw with horror that it was now inches from her face.
Camile thought nothing of the four figures walking together at the side of the road, other than perhaps it wasn’t the safest idea in the middle of the night with only headlights to illuminate the road. It was only when she glanced to the left that she saw the graveyard that stretched into the darkness, and when she looked again for the figures they were gone.
The guitar case lay open, a dollar bill lining the padded case; the guitar was no where near the case. The guitar was as far away from the case as possible; hiding in the attic, not wanting to be played ever again.
I decided to put on a record while I worked. When I stopped working, the record was spinning, but the needle remained still, not a scratch on the record, even though it had been played many times before.