An incredibly short idea I had. I was in the horror mood, I guess~
It was an awfully difficult decision to make, but sometimes there was just no saving some children.
They would never give up if they had some way of helping, even when a soul seemed too far gone.
And yet...
And yet...
This was different. This was strange. No dream or even nightmare could touch her.
No fun, no wonder, no hope, memories.
However, there was a smile, and an eerie amount of patience in her unblinking eyes.
The other child could not see her, but the other child also wondered why she always found her bedroom window ajar, letting in the cold winter air.
The other child stared right past her, sadly wondering why the Guardians dared not approach her when she was in her room.
She tugged on Jack's sweatshirt, frustrated when he changed the subject.
She reached in vain for tendrils of sand, willing to decipher even an explanation of pictures.
She struggled to keep awake on Christmas Eve, thought up fairy traps, searched every bush for a sign of a six-foot rabbit.
She even searched the shadows for any explanation, and it was there she finally got one.
In her sleep, just a glimpse, but it terrified her.
Now the other child clings and cries and prays, now she runs through the snow desperately, unwilling to come back into her own home.
Now she cannot be confused when her mother asks why the window is open in the middle of winter.
Now she hides in the corners, unable to stop watching the little girl peering out her window, calling for another spirit to come in and play.
Ain't it interesting how so many malicious ghosts are little children?