The Ghost

The silent spectre stares from the corner of the room. Cold, callous calculating eyes burning red and gold like the pit of a winters fire.

What does she want? Why is she there? Questioning her existence and denying my own vision.

She suddenly slips away, moving through the doorway without a sound. Do I follow? Do I dare? A sense of foreboding fills the air like the crackle of static, making the hairs on my neck stand.

How is this possible? Am I going mad? Now doubting my own sanity.

Sensing sadness seeping through the atmosphere, I gather myself and my thoughts and begin to stand. I move to the doorway. I peer through. She stands, scanning the room with her eyes of flame.

What is she looking for? Who is she looking for? Fear suddenly rises throughout my body. She stares unblinking into my soul.

Sickening subliminal signals reach my brain. I look up, she maintains eye contact. A grin appears across her face and a sinking feeling emanates from the pit of my stomach. She rushes towards me screaming.

Nothing but darkness remains.