Gothic Ghost Story

Gothic Ghost Story

  • Submitted By: sammrose
  • Date Submitted: 02/23/2009 2:24 AM
  • Category: Science
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The sun gleamed through the balcony doors. I could hear the chimes father hung off the sill, sing in the wind. The morning dew delighted me, but mother awoke in bad spirits. She screamed for me.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEEE!" I rushed to her bed side. Her forehead was moist with sweat and her eyes were almost frieghtened.
"What is it, Mom?"
"Call Father John! Ask him for holy water! Tell him I need a blessing," my mother demanded.
"What troubles you mother?" I needed her to calm down.
"I'm afraid to say..."
I stared at her, eager to know.
"Satan came to me in my sleep."
Suddenly, I heard a crash. I turned my back to my mom to follow the sound. Her mirror had fallen with no force behind it. The reflecting pieces laid on the wooden floor.
I turned to my mother for answers. She jumped back. She screamed. Satan was after her again. She ran.
I knew I had to rescue her. I dashed off after her. However, the closer I got to her, the further the distance she'd put between us. My heart beated fast and you could hear my footsteps echo across the castle walls. Thump thump thump. I respired in heavy fast breaths.
Just as I grew tired, a storm blew in and darkness crept into the castle. The wind shattered the window overlooking the grand masonry staircase. The shrapnel cut open my skin. I could not believe my eyes. I expected to see the natural, red blood leaking of pain. However, the womb was painless and a black substance oozed out of my body. This unexplainable madness almost caught me off guard.
Lightning bolted through the castle and thunder shook my spirit. I heard my mother cry, "DEMON!" Why wouldn't she let me rescue her? I knew why we were running.
I decided to go back to my mother's room and take care of Satan by myself. I ran past the corridor and broke through my mother's door.
A corner in her room was dark, I could feel his presence there. I picked up a piece of that broken mirror. Instinct told me to look into that piece....

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