The Phantom Child

The Phantom Child

A Story by charsigner93

she let out a guttural scream. a scream unlike anyone has ever seen or heard, a scream that shook the earth to the core, the sky quaked like thunder, children berried there faces into their mothers besom, the animals both land and air went quickly home. the scream was unknown, it had never been heard before by human or animal ears. 

the scream came from a tormented soul, one that used to belong to a child, a child thrown friendless on the world, denied of love, and shown no kindness by anybody. she had no hope and no safety to find comfort in. she died of loneliness and heartbreak leaving her soul unrested, untamed and deep in anguish. 

she lost her communication long before death, nobody would speak to her so oral language became useless and soon lost. she communicates through grunts, and groans, and screams of internal torment. now as her soul can only speak in anguish and screams, cries, and moans of the pains she felt while she was alive.

her childhood was short and unpleasant. she knew nothing of what it meant to be held by her mother when she was scared or hurt. when she was just a young babe her mother was beaten to death by her boyfriend deep in the woods and a few days later he overdosed on crack. he was found dead, the little girl half starved and screaming. the police took her to the village orphanage where she would be ruled with an iron rode until she was of age. 

the girl had a nasty habit of getting into trouble which resulted in a thrashing from the mistress of the orphanage. once she was brought before the Mistress 5 times in one day, for many things some of which where little such as dropping her bowl of batter all over the floor in cooking class, or being more clumsy then normal. but the fifth time she had thrown a tantrum and would not obey her ward nurse when she was told to stop throwing things and screaming and throwing things. the Mistress became furious at the child and beat her so severely she became deaf and left deep scars on her back.

the Mistress had enough of the girls miss behavior so she sent her to work in a factory where she soon died from the plague having nothing to live for it took her fast and quick. when they buried her at midnight her soul came out of her body and began to walk the woods where she was berried when she would got near a house or a place where a child lived shed ring her hands and cry a guttural scream, waiting for someone to love her just once to put her soul at rest so she could be free from her anguish rest in peace. 

© 2011 charsigner93


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Added on July 3, 2011
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