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Sickeningly, a dull crack sounded from the bottom of the stairs. His eyes opened. The staircase before him was dark; barely lit by the grey morning light that sluggishly crawled in through the window. Cold spread through his chest; a faint realisation of what had just happened.
Time stood still.
For a moment that seemed like years, the priest stood. All traces of anger within him had vanished; with a shocking swiftness, what had once been fury was now replaced with pure fear and anxious trepidation. Beating rapidly, his heart pounded against his ribcage, as he suddenly realised that he had been holding his breath in shock.
Cautiously, he edged forward and peered down into the dim. Wide blue eyes stared back at him, glistening with lingering tears that had already started to dry. His eyes flickered across, to the twisted, mangled neck that belonged to the shattered china doll girl on the floor.
Nausea flared in his stomach.
With shaking pale hands clutching at his rosary, he descended the stairs, step by agonizing step. All the while, she never stopped staring at him, even when the blood on her forehead trickled down her lily white skin and pooled in her left eye.
Time stood still.
For a moment that seemed like years, the priest stood. All traces of anger within him had vanished; with a shocking swiftness, what had once been fury was now replaced with pure fear and anxious trepidation. Beating rapidly, his heart pounded against his ribcage, as he suddenly realised that he had been holding his breath in shock.
Cautiously, he edged forward and peered down into the dim. Wide blue eyes stared back at him, glistening with lingering tears that had already started to dry. His eyes flickered across, to the twisted, mangled neck that belonged to the shattered china doll girl on the floor.
Nausea flared in his stomach.
With shaking pale hands clutching at his rosary, he descended the stairs, step by agonizing step. All the while, she never stopped staring at him, even when the blood on her forehead trickled down her lily white skin and pooled in her left eye.
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Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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In the Mirror
She cracks the door just an inch, peering through the crack into the darkness of the room beyond. Lightning flashes through the window, illuminating vague figures standing still. Fingers twitching, mind racing, heart pounding, she pushes through the door and reaches to grab the nearest figure. The white fabric slips silently off as she touches it, revealing the chair underneath. A wry grin finds its way onto her face and she moves through the room. Dust bunnies run from her falling footsteps, jumping quickly then slowly drifting back to the floor. She slides the cloth from several pieces, a table, a couch, more chairs, a trunk, a vanity.
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Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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This is based on a supposedly true ghost story that occurred in a haunted house relatively near to my area. Cool, huh. Anyway, it's only the intro because I'm not sure whether to continue with it.
Comments are extremely welcome. Thanks.
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