Ghost Stories

New home… Not alone

So I wrote this a few years ago for a creative writing class. Thought I would post my short snippet. I do love ghost stories!!

P.S I’m looking for constructive criticism and advice about my writing. So any thoughts or feedback will be like cookies. Eaten up and enjoyed!

New Home… Not alone

34939230-256-k344354November 1st, 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 creeking down to the wind and rain outside, something logical and explained.

Then, the door handle rattled inside my bedroom. The frantic shaking of a handle.  It was like someone could not get into a locked door and would repeatedly try.

Quietly, 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.

There was someone there. A figure was in my house, I was utterly defenceless. Trust me to be a divorcee.

 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. If I was going to be attacked I should face it head-on.

Suddenly the blanket was ripped away, I saw it fall down as if thrown. 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 her silhouette was unmistakably female.

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

 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 eyes, I saw something. The woman 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. She didn’t speak, but her eyes look straight through me. They were grey and gaunt. With a small, thin mouth and black eyes, she was terrifying. 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 nightstand and it was 3am. My hand shaking, I reached over to the glass and drunk the 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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