Ghosts.
Monday, February 15th, 2010You thought it would be fun to spend the night in a haunted house. There are plenty of haunted places around after all, and you’ve seen them on the History channel. You wanted to go, but when your friend bailed out on you it seemed like it would be less fun. Regardless, you kept your reservation on the grounds that it was pretty hard to get this time of year. It wasn’t just that the hotel was haunted, but you loved the look of the old furniture, and were looking forward to the fancy breakfast the next day. As you check in, the hotel staff jokes that the breakfast is to celebrate your survival of a night there.

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You get settled in the room easily enough. You run your hand over the finished wood and decorative carvings. It’s beautiful, you think. You wait up for a few hours hoping that something will happen, but eventually get tired and turn in for the night. Around 4am, you hear a noise that pulls you from that comfortable sleep. For a minute you think that it sounds like a ring tone, perhaps one of the other guests got one of those unpleasant early morning phone calls from a drunk friend asking for a ride home. But as you listen closer it sounds like singing. You sit up in your bed and glance around, peering into the darkness as best you can … then you feel the old springs in the mattress move. It feels like someone is sitting on the foot of your bed, but you don’t see anyone there. The singing, that sounded faint and far away is now a close-up humming. It’s a soft gentle song, like a mother might sing to her child, but in this situation it is the opposite of relaxing. You’ve been waiting for an experience like this, you tell yourself. This is why you came here. So why can’t you move or speak or breathe? You feel the mattress shift again, and you manage to whisper “hello…?” But the ghost of whoever it was, has already gone.
May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow

