Every night at 2 am.
Loss is the one shared quality prevailing in all of those who are taken before their time. But with that loss comes the caveat of something that was had, something worth celebrating. The dead are remembered and in keeping all the lessons taught they remain assured of the finality of death and mournful of it.
But this is not always so.
Few, in their life long fit of stagnation, develop an inner rage. A hatred of themselves and of others so white hot that it prevails beyond entombment. The seething envy of what was long desired but never had fuels their soul to rise as a ghastly husk with newfound power over the living. In death they seek to claim what artifacts and persons they could never have in life. But they are bound by otherworldly rules such that even with an ability to claim what they will they can never have enough to satiate the unbearable need. They become more bold, more dangerous and with growing numbers they claw and tear like starved dogs all for but a moment of respite.
They set sights upon this house one week ago and each night since under the cover of snowfall they have invaded. Without sound, not a scratch or gust of air they drift through the walls in search of her son. This activity will continue indefinitely until both mother and child are sucked dry of all life and will to care. She knows this because it has happened before. This town is intertwined in the goings on of unnatural creatures, things that exist outside our realm yet have a vested interest in its functions. Most of the people here are unknowing pawns drawn in with the promise of long life and ample food and drink entirely ignorant that what is given is not a gift. There are a select few who in their own potentially miss-guided efforts are here to pursue interests of their own.
“Do not take my child!” someone must have cried in the face of losing their kin to the nightly raids, to pass the burden along. Admittedly those of a lesser fortitude should be driven mad by the spirits’ horrid consistency and in such case is it not reasonable to do any and all one can to protect those they love? Regardless, she had endured so much to keep him hidden as all who live in this place must do to guard what they value most. She is no saint, she would not sacrifice herself to better her moral stance, taking onus to satiate these spirits with her own blood. Passing on a curse only secures ones position for it to return some day with considerably more terrifying force. She had always thought highly of her ability to suffer at great cost in favour of even greater benefits and this is one such situation. The dead reside in parts unknown and if coaxed with the right bait they can become unwitting pawns themselves.
“One and all, ghosts evoke a less dignified existence than those of maggots, so do not pity them. They are all but waste fit only for the harvest of their gullible, putrid hearts.”
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I don't miss it a single bit...
but good shit here though
Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental
hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the
staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so
they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the
machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died.
Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on
a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you
and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and
she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste
this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You
will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room
(Why not??? I know it's fake and i thought ghosts and the art is really awesome!!!)
The text is very interesting, did you write it ?