Possession Part 1

This started as a poem, I'm going to go half in half on this one, story and poem.

Children should be in there beds, this time at night. 

Not out playing in the graveyard where I preside.

Bothering my sleep.

Provoking other ghost.

So young, compared to my many years of decay.

What a beautiful girl I see.

What a beautiful, young bride she would be for me.

I come up behind her, I brush her cheek.

She shivers, at the cold, touch of me.

She turns to look, but she doesn't see me.

'Follow me,' I whisper so quietly in her ear.

She goes pale. Terrified of my unseen voice.

'Don't be afraid,' I whisper, 'I won't hurt you.' I brush her neck.  I touch her hand. I have a solid grip on her. I slowly lead her away from those other, miscreants. I lead her to the mausoleum. 

She stops.  Fear seeps through her beautiful soul.

'No.'

'Come,' I say, tugging on her hand. She pulls her hand out of my grip.

'I won't hurt you,' I say, 'I won't hurt you.'

She backs away from me. She slowly starts to turn.

'No,' we say in union. 

She starts to run, I follow her.

I cannot lose her.

She is the one I have been waiting for.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

This has a ton of potential depending how you want to take it, have a great base here and I am sure you will turn this into something phenominal. As it stands alone it is intense, and suspenseful. Great write.

With Love,

Jaidyn