Ghostly (Part 1)

Ghostly (Part 1)

A Story by York Callow

As I stood, I gazed at the vast and empty city around me. It was not vacant of buildings, billboards, cars, etc… But, people. There was not a soul to be seen, and I wondered where, in all of God’s green earth, I was! How did I get here? From where did I arrive? The answer was not clear. There in the center of all the strange buildings, stood a large clock, that would soon strike 12 midnight. Something about this place was different from any other, it felt ghostly. Strangely, though this place appeared desolate, I knew in the deep recesses of my mind that someone was present -- watching me.

“Hello!!” I began to call out. “I know you’re there… You can show your face. I’m not afraid.”

But no answer was given. I attempted once more.

“I feel you. Even if you don’t talk back to me I know you’re there!”

Suddenly, I heard a soft, smooth whisper; that, sounded as if to say:

“I’ve got a gift for you, please accept it this time…”

I became paralyzed with fear at the sound of the voice. So afraid, in fact, that I felt as if I couldn’t move.

“Don’t be afraid,” the voice whispered. “I am here for your good and not bad " I have missed you.”

“Who are you?” I asked, in fear.

“You’ll find out soon enough -- but first, there’s something I need you to do for me.”

I became less tense as I heard the voice more and more. After a while of hearing it, in fact, it almost sounded soothing to the ears -- like a comfort that I’d missed.

“What is it that you need me to do?” I asked the voice.

“Do you see that large clock, in the center of those buildings?”

“Yes, I do. What about it?”

“Walk over to it, and once you’re there, I need you to wait.”

“Wait a minute now.” I began my retortion. “What exactly is this gift? And, why am I waiting on it?”

“Just do it, please.” It replied, almost in a sad tone.

After hearing it reply in that way, I felt a guilt for questioning it.

“Okay.” I said. “I’ll do it.”

I then began my walk to the clock, which took much longer than I anticipated. As I made each step closer and closer, it seemed as if the clock became further and further away -- like an illusion.

© 2015 York Callow


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I agree with Lizardo Arias on this. I'd also like to add that the style you wrote in was different and seemed original. It does need a bit more work, but other than that the story is interesting and fine.

Posted 10 Years Ago


it builds up anticipation in the reader,

Posted 10 Years Ago


One interesting story, I'm guessing that you used this a experiment to see how it work out, it needs a little more work. but thats all, I like the story I have a feeling that it can become some good story with the spooky things you said up there, You should really keep it going, this one wonderful story

Posted 10 Years Ago



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York Callow
York Callow

Mobile, AL



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Growing up in Bessemer, Alabama, I developed a taste for writing at the age of thirteen. In the seventh grade I joined a creative writing class, and did exceptionally well. more..

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