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Ghosty Stories

 

"Oh Jake, honey, is that you?" she said running down the stairs. When she reached the bottom she let a small sigh escape as her spirit sank, he wasn't there. I couldn't have just imagined the whole thing, .
             Vivian thought to herself, someone came into the house I heard them. "Jake? Are you here?" she yelled stepping into the middle of the foyer, her echo bouncing off the empty walls of the house, resonating inside her head. The house is too quiet Vivian thought to herself as she inched her way back to the staircase. "Jake?" she whispered desperately. .
             She placed her foot softly onto the first step; a sickening slurp arose from under her foot. .
             Instinctively she looked down; her stomach churned as all the color drained from her face. A steady stream of blood had made its way down the stairs; it dripped warmly off of each separate step filling the ruby pool on the one below it. Vivian stood frozen unable to believe the oozing mass that was collecting at her feet. Behind her the heavy wood of the door crashed open sending icy gusts of harsh, bitter wind spinning through the house. Not able to control her terror any longer Vivian darted up the stairs, the thickening pools of blood sticking to the bottoms of her feet, splashing up over her bare legs with every step. .
             Tears poured down her colorless face as she ascended up the stairs. Turning down the amber hall she collided with a dark, pillar that was blocking the corridor. She had collided with such force that she had been sent flying backwards, landing in a crumpled heap about four feet away. Vivian rose painfully to a sitting position glancing towards the shadowed figure she had hurtled herself into. Slowly, it started to close in upon her. The figure was a mass of darkness; it draped itself over her, bringing with it the pungent stench of decay. .
             Slowly the figure bent down until what was left of his face rested only inches from hers, the smell invading every pore of her body causing waves of dizzying nausea to roll through her.


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