Her Ghost

Would her ghost tear them apart?

The house was old and huge, not to mention in the middle of nowhere. It was secluded and for the most part very lonely. But it was a new beginning and she had wanted it and he was going to give her anything she wanted. She held her hand out to him, smiling sweetly as if she hadn’t cut them off the rest of society. That smile made his heart melt and he forgot any negative feeling he had towards her just moments before.

“Ready to go in?” She asked. He nodded, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. Together they stepped up the cracked concrete steps; she pushed the large and odd shaped key into the keyhole. With a hard shove the door open with a loud creak. Together they walked into their new home.

It wasn’t beautiful. It was old and dark. It was all strangely depressing. Just a house filled with cobwebs and dust. He didn’t see what she had been so excited about in coming here. He didn’t see why anyone would even want to live here. He looked over to her. Her smile and bright eyes seemed to brighten the room up, make it a slightly happier and less depressing place. Her presences always did that. She always made something seem so much better then it actually was, because if something so beautiful and happy was near something then it was obviously fun, right.

She had the tendency to ignore the dark and depressing side of life and view the world and she was doing that now.

“Isn’t beautiful?” She gushed twirling in the center of the room sending a pile of dust floating through the air, causing him to sneeze. “I mean, yeah, sure it’s a bit of a fixer upper, but there’s so much potential. Think of everything we could do with it.” She looked at him waiting for him to say something, waiting for some sign that he shared her enthusiasm. He nodded, but the only good thing he could see out of this whole thing was the girl in front of him. She was the most beautiful thing in the room, like always and she was his, and that’s all that mattered.

She beamed at him and her eyes sparked mischievously. “Did I tell you the best part?” She asked excitedly. He just raised his eyebrows in question, a smirk gracing his lips. He would entertain her throughout this whole situation. She was worth it after all. “They say this place is haunted and that only the strongest love can prevail through all of the night.

“Really?” He asked, speaking for the first time since they arrived. She nodded eagerly, excitement radiating off her. He smiled. “Then we should be just fine.”

“Aren’t you going to ask why the house is haunted?” She asked. He could see it in her eyes she was just dying to tell the story.

“Is it important?” He asked, laughing when he saw her adorable little pout graced her face.

“You’re no fun,” She whined.

He reached out, pulled her towards him, and said, “Fine tell me what happened.”

A small noise of happiness escaped her throat, and she made herself comfortable against his chest. “Well,” she began in a voice way to happy for a scary story, “they said that a young women and her lover lived here over a hundred years ago. They were said to be very much in love. One day, though, she walked into this very room and found her lover with another women right there on that couch. She went crazy. Depression and rage consumed her all together and she completely lost her mind and all herself control. She tore the women away from her husband and threw her to the ground. She picked up this very letter opener,” He looked down at her hands and in them was a heavy gold letter opener with a small but intricate design on its handle, “and she stabbed the woman over and over again even when she was way past death. She was just so angry…” He took the letter opener from her hand gently, not wanting her to hurt herself, and he placed it back where it had came form, a small table just a little away from them.

“Her lover, he just watched as she committed this horrible deed. He made no attempt to apologize and made no attempt to stop her. When she had turned away from the woman she had just killed, she turned to her lover. So angry and hurt, she had believed in their love, she had trusted everything he had ever said to her, and yet it was all a lie. One big, fat, great lie. She just didn’t understand. Why would he pretend to love her, why not just turn her away. She was still so very angry. She lunged at him and strangled him and when he breathed no more, she took the very same letter opener she had just killed the women with and stabbed it through her lover’s heart. Heart broken, she then wondered what she had just done. She was alone now there was no one there for her now. She was sick with herself, hating everything she had become in a moment of rage. She was so lonely, so heartbroken. She threw herself out that window, right there.” She pointed to a wall to ceiling window across the room. Even from here, he could see angry waves crashing against large, pointed rocks. He knew that would be a harsh fall.

She died as soon as she hit the water. Some say the fall killed her and others say it was a broken heart. I believe it was both.” He laughed at her serious tone, thinking how cute she was when she was attempting to scare him. She glared at him as if to say she wasn’t finished. He stopped laughing and looked at her with mock serious eyes. She continued to glare but began her story the again.

“They say she returned to this very house after death. She no longer believes in love and she sees herself as a guardian of women and their hearts. Any couple that entered this house never leave the house together, only the woman has left, alone and heartbroken. They say that only the strongest love can prevail because she can’t touch true, pure and innocent love. It is also said that when she comes upon this couple, her faith in love will be restored and she can pass on to the afterlife happily.”

She looked up at him with bright eyes, “Isn’t that the most horrible and frightening story you’ve ever heard?” She asked him. He nodded wordlessly; pull her into his embrace once again.

“Do you think? Think that we can make a life and home in this place or will her ghost tear us apart?”

He dropped his head to her shoulder and tangled his fingers in her hair. “I think that our love is the strongest and purest that there ever was and ever will be, and as long as I’m with you, baby, I can take anything thrown at me…at us.” He whispered into her ear, and kissed her forehead.

She smiled at him and kissed him in agreement. Their love was indeed the strongest and purest love there ever was.

Author's Note

something quick and quite as a writing exercise to beat writer's block.
<3 Tallulah

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like the ghost story woven into the fabric of the modern tale. An interesting slant I often see in horror movies. Have you ever seen "Fingerprints"? It's a cool horror story. I think it's rated R for partial nudity/violence and language but I think it could have been a good PG rated ghost story if they had left out some of that stuff. I just watched it last night. I love a good ghost story.