Royce King
I am afraid. Four men that I knew were all mysteriously killed. They were friends of mine. My friend, John, was the first to go. Rosalie Hale had killed them. The girls I was engaged to. She had come beck from the dead and has come for revenge. I was next. She's coming to kill me.
I hired two men to guard me. Big men. And I locked myself in a room with no windows and only the one door. I made them guard the door from her. I gave them guns.
I didn't hear gunshots and I didn't hear a struggle. They made no noise. I didn't even know there was anything wrong.
Suddenly the door opened. I screamed. The ghost of Rosalie Hale, my Rose, glided through so much more beautiful than what I remembered her to be. Her blond hair was loose and the beautiful light color tresses waved down her back. Her skin was a pale marble or silky ivory, I couldn't quite tell which. She was so beautiful. She had a veil on her head and a gown of the purest white; a wedding gown. She was a glowing white ghost so unbelievably gorgeous was almost too painful to look at her.
She smiled at me; a row of brilliant white teeth flashing in the pale lighting behind her. She glided in further.
"Hello, Royce." She said in a slow airy whisper. "Remember me?"
I creamed and scrambled to the closest wall. "Please, Rose," I begged, blubbering in a mess of fear. "Spare me, Rose, please. I didn't mean to kill you. I really didn't. Please don't kill me. Please."
"Oh, Royce," She laughed quietly, still gliding towards me, her dress, her hair, and her veil fluttering very slightly in the breeze of her movement.
"Please!" I screamed again. Please don't kill me!"
She laughed again, and disappeared from in front of me in a flutter of white. She was standing over me faster than I could blink.
"You can try to run if you'd like, my dear Royce." She said. I screamed in terror again. She smiled a little wider at that. She was enjoying my screaming. I didn't dare run.
"You know you're going to die, Royce. Just like your friends did. It won't be as painless as your guards' were." I screamed again. "It won't be over as quickly as your friends' did either."
She laughed again as I screamed.
It took her forever to finally kill me. She did everything she could to cause me pain, but she was especially careful not to make me bleed. She broke bones and twisted tendons and muscles until the snapped like rubber bands. She hit me with enough force to shatter my bones and maim my muscles beyond repair. Finally when she could do nothing more to cause me pain she finally crushed my heart and killed me.
I regretted the day I killed her. Every single day until the day she finally killed me.