Alright. I owe the awesomeness of this chapter to my beta (Drum roll please) Neko Warrior!!!!!!
I couldn't have done it without you!!
This story was inprired by reading a few ghost stories on fanfiction.
Hope you Enjoy!!!!
Dani POV
Peering outside the window, I observed my most recent guests leaving, just as they always did. The moving van came, picked up all their belongings, and the pathetic mortal family was gone.
It was all too easy to frighten humans, I gathered this much after my time as one of the undead. All I had to do was wait for a storm, to creak the doors open, to make a few spooky noises, and they were off, running for the hills.
I had hoped this family would have been more fun, but, as always, the humans seemed to disappoint me. I didn't even have to show myself to their living eyes to scare them away. It was my only form of pastime, and even they could make it brainlessly simple. I mean, when you're an immortal ghost, cursed to haunt a human dwelling for all of eternity and they don't even make you work for a good scaring, it can get awfully boring. Well, at least I got the father to wet his pants.
Me? I'll introduce myself. I'm Dani Wells - it's short for Danielle, as if anyone calls me by my real name anymore - and I wasn't always a ghost.
Before I was damned to this life, cast halfway into the arms of death, still struggling to make my way in the mortal world, I was a wealthy woman. It was 1809 when I had just married the man I had come to love, the astonishingly handsome, infamously known Louis Evens. He was tall and well built his skin light and creamy, his hair like chocolate and his eyes like the sea.
All was perfect. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon, returning to the large, beautiful white Victorian house we had bought. It was as big as the sky itself, and every mansion I had ever laid my eyes upon paled in comparison to my humble palace.
We had finished unpacking, and were lying on the bed in each other's arms, enjoying the comfortable company we gave each other. And, turning to me just slightly, a small, pitiful smile on his face, Louis murmured, "I am sorry, my love."
And then, as I wondered what he could ever need to apologize for, he pulled out a gun. He shot me.
That horrible, thieving bastard only wanted my money, and he had went through everything plotting, planning my death, his sudden wealth and widower status.
The bastard… how I had trusted him…
An hour or two after he had shot me, I reappeared. I didn't know at the time that I had died, that I was dead, but I knew that Louis shot me. And, when I approached him, seething with anger that righteously festered in my stomach; he knew that he was going to die. I killed him in my fury, for by the very sight of my spirit coming back to torture him, Louis had had a heart attack.
I could only wish it would be a slow, torturous afterlife for the poor sap.
And then, as I wondered what exactly had happened to me, another ghost appeared. His name was Matthew, and he was of an average height with beach blonde hair and dark, soulful brown eyes. He told me about our kind. He said I was a ghost, that I, like every other ghost, would have to remain where I had been killed. You could call it eternal house arrest. Ghosts couldn't phase through things, another misconception that disappointed me greatly, and we couldn't touch anything living unless their permission was given first. As if that would happen…They would be to busy screaming or fainting to even talk to us. We could also decide whether to show ourselves or hide, for we had the power of invisibility and could control it well.
I didn't know why I became a ghost, and neither did Matt. He believed, though, it was a curse, and that few had been chosen to become what we were, to be damned for no particular reason. We couldn't die; there was nothing that could kill us. At least no one knew how to kill us. Until then we would wander this Earth… forever.
Then, Matthew explained about phantoms, the higher class of our kind. When a ghost reached the two hundredth anniversary of their death, they would become a phantom. These types of ghosts were much more powerful; they could leave the place of their death, phase through any objects, teleport, and would often develop the power of telekinesis.
Pretty cool, right? Wrong. We… We are monsters. We are the worst beings in the universe, neither alive nor dead. We are the creatures of the night whose only purpose is to instill fear into the living.
We crave for their hearts to race with fright, for them to sweat solely because of our haunting presence, to hear their terrified, tortured screams…
Almost Everything wrong in the wourld is because of ghost! Plane crashes, fires, floods, murders, rapes, and kidnappings are all works of us!!!
I hate it, I hate it!!! Having this life is worse than Hell!! You would gladly take and eternity in hell to get out of this life, but there is. No. Way. Out!!!
The worst part is....you can't escape us.
We are the reason you can't sleep at night. We are the reason you don't want to be out in a big city at night. We are the reason every man, woman and child have to live in fear.
We are the reason you're afraid of the dark.
