Excerpt from The Ghost Files Volume 2 I open the door to my room and run straight for my purse lying on the bed. Before I can turn around, the room starts to freeze up. I do not have time for this. I’m hungry dang it. I turn around to yell at the ghost and stop, the words dying on my lips. It stares at me from the barren corner across the room. The entire area around it is shrouded in black, making the pale face staring at me even more stark. Long straggly black hair flows around shoulders hunched in, like its preparing to attack. I take an involuntary step back at the rage and hate emanating from it. When it looks at me I want to run. Its eyes are pools of liquid darkness, a black so deep it scares me. The thing’s mouth opens and black liquid begins to trickle out, running steadily to pool at its feet before starting to slowly leach towards me. I jump on the bed, my eyes never leaving the thing standing across from me. Its head jerks in a motion that reminds me of those crazy people you see on TV that are mad and constantly twitch. The fingers are curled, like claws and they clench repeatedly. It simply stares at me and I want to scream at it, to demand it leave me alone, but my voice fails me. There are very few things in this world that can scare me and standing across from me is the thing that just made the top of the list. With a twisted jerk of its entire body, it starts to shuffle forward. I inch back, intending to jump off the bed, but before I can so much as move, its standing in front of me, the stench coming from it making me gag. It touches me.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 06:55:52 +0000
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