Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare? Were we really forced to live that memory over and over again? It's not something easy to talk about or even think about. From the first to the last, we endured so much. In the end, we all should have seen it coming. The beginning of our end and where we all fell in place.
Sometimes we don't understand what had happened, even in death we can only remember what was going on rather than what was happening or going to happen. All pain, all anguish, and even our anger which anquors us to the living world. Is it revenge that we seek or something else we've long forgotten. There's not much to after that. After being anquored we stay where we are connected. To watch the world move on and us fade into the background. Memories are all we've become, but some are unlucky and get caught in our wrath reigniting the purpose of our chained souls.
"Look at me prattle on, you probably have better things to do thank listen to this old soul go on and on. I'll let you continue your search, I'm sure you'll find something," her icy blue eyes were as unfeeling and cold as the snow.
"Maybe...you'll be lucky and make it through the night?" Her form dissipating in thin air.
The next morning turned up three bodies on the enterance of the old rundown school building. A reporter and her crew.
"But the spirits of this school are malicious and your souls will be trapped here too," the blue eyes looked behind her at the three additions to the schools spirits.
Urban Legends