Ghosty Stories

Gregory emerged form the shadows silently, his pale face was luminous in the soft light of the moon. He inched his way towards the bed where Vivian and Jake slept, staring at the synchronized rise and fall of their bodies. He stared at them for what could have been an eternity then floated onto the wine coloured sheets, his body leaving only the slightest indent where he lay. He reached out and touched Vivian?s bare back with a long, boney finger, his nail digging into her flesh leaving a small cut, "Tomorrow" he whispered in to her exposed ear. Vivian stirred in her sleep. Gregory disappeared.

Jake raced to her side, his face was creased with worry. "Hey you, how are you feeling?

Vivian got the sense that she was not alone, someone was watching her she was sure of it. The heavy glare of eyes was suffocating, causing the air around her to thin until she had to heave in deep breaths. Slowly standing up she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, a quick flash of colour interrupting the stillness of the house for a momentary second before vanishing into the watching air. Vivian dropped the broom and dust pan, letting them fall thunderously to the ground, as she sprinted down the hallway and into her her husbands arms.

Now why don?t you go upstairs to your nice cozy room and get some sleep? Don?t worries I?m sure no one will laugh at you if you leave the lights on; we?ve all done it from time to time.

"Oh my god Viv, what happened to your back?" Jake burst out in the bathroom the next morning. "Did you hit it on something sharp?"

"Just what are you apologizing for?" he laughed. "It?s my own fault for charging in here without watching where I was going, so don?t you even start to blame yourself. I?ll be fine, you just go and find that broom, okay?" he forced a smile, Vivian smiled back and left the room. She ventured out into the hallway, she had run into a storage closet the other day while exploring the house, she was sure she?d be able to find something to sweep up the glass in there. She had reached the closet, the knob on the door was ice cold, sending goosebumps immediately up her arm the second she touched it. Ignoring the small jolt of fear that had passed through her she opened the door, the broom was lying in the corner, a dust pan near by. Bending down to pick up the rusting metal of the dust pan

" Well, I try." he grinned. "Okay, so Dr. Jeffrey is coming for your check up today around seven right?" Vivian nodded. "Well then, that leaves us with exactly ten hours to ourselves, sound good?"

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