The Gray LadyA Story by Brenden TaylorA newlywed couple encounters the spirit of a former resident of their new house.
“Dave, are you up
there?” Katie called as she opened the front door to the house. The lights in
the house were a sharp contrast to the nighttime atmosphere outside.
The couple had bought
the house just a few months earlier, and they were still getting acquainted
with it and the town. Katie had a day job as a clerk in a dress store on the
square, and her husband Dave was a counselor and youth minister at one of the churches
in town. She usually came home first, but occasionally he would be in the attic
shuffling some boxes around. They had a relatively small amount of items from
their previous quarters, but the attic of this new house was so small that it
was already almost full with them. “Yeah, I’ll be down in
a second,” a familiar voice from the ceiling replied. Katie walked into the
kitchen and set her things down on the table. She turned around and started
walking toward the refrigerator to relieve a day long hunger, but stopped when
she heard Dave enter the kitchen. He placed a musty old wooden jewelry box
beside her black leather purse. “Okay,” Dave said.
“Open it.” Katie opened it and
found a circular golden locket with the image of a bird engraved on the top and
a keyhole on the right side. “Oh, wow,” she said after a few seconds of gazing
at it silently. “Where did you get this?” “I found it in the
attic,” Dave answered. “It must have belonged to the lady before us, some
widow. She probably lost it and eventually forgot about it.” “It’s beautiful,” Katie
said as she took the locket out of the box and proceeded to fasten the golden
chain around her neck. “I thought you’d like
it,” Dave said smoothly. Suddenly, the lights in
the house flickered and then shut off completely, turning everything black.
Katie heard footsteps, a drawer open, and then she was blinded by a flashlight.
“Don’t worry,” Dave
said, “I’ll go to the garage and check the fuse box.” After he stopped talking,
the two both turned to the staircase, where they heard a horrible screeching
sound. Dave shined the light at the stairs, and they both gasped as they saw an
old lady. The old lady had messy
white hair that settled around her neck. Everything else about her was gray,
except her angry eyes, which were more like white circles with little, black
dots for pupils. She wore a tattered shawl that came down to where her knees
should have been, but she didn't have any. No knees, no legs, nothing below the
frazzled ends of her shawl. She hovered silently still at the bottom of the
staircase for a moment, and then she lifted a withered right arm and pointed a
decrepit finger at the couple, still in the kitchen. Dave got in front of
Katie, protecting her. “What do you want?” The spirit slowly moved
through the living room, finger still outstretched toward the couple. As it got
closer, however, her focus became clearer; she was pointing at Katie, who was
now clinging to Dave’s arm. “Why do you want her?”
Dave asked, shaking with nervous apprehension. The spirit didn’t
respond. It moved closer to Katie, and the couple then realized that it was
pointing at the locket. Katie quickly handed it to the figure. The woman took
it and as soon as the locket touched her hand, she started to transform. Waves
of light pulsated from the locket, and starting with the hand, the woman
started to radiate a beautiful gold aura. Her decayed finger became healthy,
and the health soon took over the arm, the shoulders, the head, and in seconds
she was a kind-looking older woman with beautiful black and gray hair flowing
in the air. She opened the locket with a key and showed the inside to Katie,
who began to cry. After this, the woman vanished and the lights came back on. "What did she show you?" Dave asked. "It was a picture," Katie weakly replied, "of her and her husband."© 2011 Brenden TaylorAuthor's Note
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Added on August 22, 2011 Last Updated on August 22, 2011 Tags: Ghost, supernatural, love, newlyweds AuthorBrenden TaylorShelbyville, TNAbout"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." - Jesus the Christ I am Brenden Taylor. I hope you like what you find here... more..Writing
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