A random idea that popped into my head... Preferably, read this while listening to a waltz of some kind.
On a midsummer's night the next town over, some say that a band starts to play.
Elizabeta was walking through the woods near her house when she heard the strangest noise. It was like someone was tuning their violin or guitar or whatever…but for some reason, it sounded absolutely beautiful.
When the full moon rises and all is quiet, a ghost beckons you off the way.
The forest, which was familiar to her in daylight, was cold and unfamiliar. It was like she'd entered another place completely. Wandering farther, she caught a glimpse of someone off in the distance. Was it… waving at her?
Dressed in garb from a forgotten past, it is dressed in finest clothing.
Her curiosity over powering her, Elizabeta came closer. To her surprise, it was a man no older than she was, wearing some frilly, old-fashioned purple coat. He smiled at her, a warm, knowing smile.
Taking your hand and smiling, it leads you to a clearing.
Suddenly, Elizabeta wasn't in the forest anymore. She was in some sort of clearing next to a lake, surrounded by candlelight and decorated for an old-fashioned party.
With the band starting up a lively beat, it will ask you to dance.
There were people all around her, of every shape and size, all dancing to a wonderful tune. Looking down, Elizabeta realized that she was wearing a green, poufy dress like the women of long ago.
The man took her hand in his, and suddenly they were dancing.
Whirling and twirling, if you stay too long…
There was a Viennese waltz playing in the background, and somehow Elizabeta knew all the right steps and turns.
You may be whisked into the darkness, forevermore gone.
The whirling waltz was slowly taking the two closer and closer the lake. Elizabeta tried to signal the man that they were dangerously close, but she realized that she couldn't move apart from the dance steps. Panicking, Elizabeta tried everything in her power to run, but it was no use.
The first steps into the water were surprisingly calm. Elizabeta had expected to feel the searing, icy winter water, but she felt nothing. Nothing at all. It was like she was already dead…
The final few steps were terrifying. The ghostly man seemed unaffected by the depths, but Elizabeta's heavy dress was dragging her down deeper and deeper into the cold waters. Icy hands grabbed at her mouth and throat, and she drew her last breath.
Elizabeta was never seen again. Her body was never found, and her parents mourned her death. Some in the community blamed it on her curiosity, some on her boyfriend, but the wisest knew it was the ghosts of the forest.
On a midsummer's night the next town over, some say that a band starts to play.
Gilbert was wandering the nearby forest, mourning his girlfriend. She had disappeared a full month ago, and nothing had been found. This had been her favorite place to explore.
When the full moon rises and all is quiet, a ghost beckons you off the way.
From the corner of his eye, Gilbert saw someone waving at him. Was it… Elizabeta?
Dressed in garb from a forgotten past, it is dressed in finest clothing.
It was her! Rushing towards her, he realized she was wearing some sort of old-fashioned clothing. Grabbing her in a hug, he asked where she had been, everybody was worried, what was with the clothing, but she only smiled.
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Again, this was a random idea in the middle of the night.
To those waiting for the Corruption sequel: I don't know what to do... Should I write a prequel/side story to explain Turkey and the mystery woman's role in the plot or should I write a sequel to continue the current storyline?
- Long-Vuong