Love Lasts Forever: A Ghost Story
Adrian can see ghosts. He has always been able to. When he and his closest friends, Mariabelle and Jonathan decide to go to a beach house for a week in the summer, Mariabelle and Jona make up a ghost story not even knowing it's true...
'Do you see my love for you?'
Adrian has always been able to see ghosts. No one knows. Not even his closet friends Mariabelle and Jonathan. He considered telling them now as they began to tell him a ghost story. Mariabelle a pretty girl with short brown hair and glimmering green eyes sat to the left in front of Adrian. Jona a short guy with a compacted body with hazel eyes a light tan and black hair sat to the right. His friends exchanged a look.
"Okay. This story happened in this very beach house, "Mariabelle began and Jona opened his mouth to continue.
"They say there was this young beautiful lady who was in love with a fisherman. Notice how this house is close to the docks? She'd wave him off every day in the afternoon."
"After he was out of sight at sea she'd take care of the blue rose he had given her one day," Mariabelle added.
'See how the rose is still alive, my love?'
"One day, the fisherman didn't come back. She wore the white dress that he liked her in. They say they found her dead in it, with her wrist slashed."
"The fisherman returned with a wife a week later and her spirit rose. It is said she cursed their children to never find love again."
Mariabelle ended the story, "They say she's still here crying for the love she lost..." Just then an odd moaning sound came from the basement. Adrian listened more closely and decided it was just waves. The moaning became a word, 'Die'.
"Crappy," He says to ignore the feeling of otherness in the room. Jona and Mariabelle exchange a look.
"We'll see." Mariabelle said.
***Later***
Adrian's throat felt dry and his tongue like sandpaper. He went to a grungy looking kitchen and frowned as he spotted a flower. It was blue and with closer inspection a rose. A single rose in a clear glass vase. The vase was filled halfway. Adrian shrugged despite the prettiness of the rose. He walked to the sink and touched the cold knob. When he tried to turn the handle it resisted. Jona came in and saw Adrian's problem with the sink. Jona gave a hard tug and the water came out with a burst.
"Weird," Jona muttered looking up at the tall lanky form of Adrian. He shrugged and filled a glass of water. Only having the fleeting question of why the vase had water.
'I still care for the rose, My Love.'
***Night Time***
Adrian's bedroom was on the top floor at the end of the right side of the house. It had a balcony overlooking the old dock area. He looked out in the direction of the sea and then to side. The odd thing was the wall continued on. Adrian stepped into his room and walked out in the hallway. The wall noticeably ended where Adrian's room ended.
He frowned. Then, he shrugged and went into his room to plop onto the bed. Then he fell asleep.
***Witching Hour***
Adrian woke up when a thump sounded on the wall. For a second he thought imagined the sound when it happened again. Adrian sat up in bed. The sound came again.
He left his room and entered the hall. Then he turned to the off the hall. Suddenly as he took a step he lost his balance and fell forward. The wall wasn't a wall at all. Just paper. He rubbed his throbbing head as he looked into the darkness. A rustling sound. He shuddered fear closing up his throat.
A strange moan reached Adrian's ear from behind. Then Adrian's eyes locked onto a bundle. A woman, he realized, with gray hair. She wore a white dress and as his eyes fixed on her, he saw she was nothing more than a skeleton. Oh. My. God.
He'd seen scarier of course but as it happened to him at that moment he forgot most of those memories. The woman took a step. Then, she crumbled in on herself with a terrifying moan. Adrian screamed. The lights came on. The moaning stopped.
"Ha!" Mariabelle's unmistakable voice said, "Got you this time."
***The Next Day***
"So that's why we did the prank." Jona said and Adrian nodded. It had been explained that they did it for the whole reason of unfairness. Adrian has scared them many times with his true stories.
"That blue rose was a nice touch." Adrian said. His friends looked confused.
"What rose?" They asked and Adrian shrugged. Then he looked back at the house feeling eyes on him.
Between the curtains of his room stood a shadow. A face peering out. Adrian's blood ran cold. Yellow eyes stared out of a shrunken face of a woman. The cracked lips moved in a whisper.
'Where have you gone, My Love?'
Adrian has always been able to see ghosts. No one knows. Not even his closet friends Mariabelle and Jonathan. He considered telling them now as they began to tell him a ghost story. Mariabelle a pretty girl with short brown hair and glimmering green eyes sat to the left in front of Adrian. Jona a short guy with a compacted body with hazel eyes a light tan and black hair sat to the right. His friends exchanged a look.
"Okay. This story happened in this very beach house, "Mariabelle began and Jona opened his mouth to continue.
"They say there was this young beautiful lady who was in love with a fisherman. Notice how this house is close to the docks? She'd wave him off every day in the afternoon."
"After he was out of sight at sea she'd take care of the blue rose he had given her one day," Mariabelle added.
'See how the rose is still alive, my love?'
"One day, the fisherman didn't come back. She wore the white dress that he liked her in. They say they found her dead in it, with her wrist slashed."
"The fisherman returned with a wife a week later and her spirit rose. It is said she cursed their children to never find love again."
Mariabelle ended the story, "They say she's still here crying for the love she lost..." Just then an odd moaning sound came from the basement. Adrian listened more closely and decided it was just waves. The moaning became a word, 'Die'.
"Crappy," He says to ignore the feeling of otherness in the room. Jona and Mariabelle exchange a look.
"We'll see." Mariabelle said.
***Later***
Adrian's throat felt dry and his tongue like sandpaper. He went to a grungy looking kitchen and frowned as he spotted a flower. It was blue and with closer inspection a rose. A single rose in a clear glass vase. The vase was filled halfway. Adrian shrugged despite the prettiness of the rose. He walked to the sink and touched the cold knob. When he tried to turn the handle it resisted. Jona came in and saw Adrian's problem with the sink. Jona gave a hard tug and the water came out with a burst.
"Weird," Jona muttered looking up at the tall lanky form of Adrian. He shrugged and filled a glass of water. Only having the fleeting question of why the vase had water.
'I still care for the rose, My Love.'
***Night Time***
Adrian's bedroom was on the top floor at the end of the right side of the house. It had a balcony overlooking the old dock area. He looked out in the direction of the sea and then to side. The odd thing was the wall continued on. Adrian stepped into his room and walked out in the hallway. The wall noticeably ended where Adrian's room ended.
He frowned. Then, he shrugged and went into his room to plop onto the bed. Then he fell asleep.
***Witching Hour***
Adrian woke up when a thump sounded on the wall. For a second he thought imagined the sound when it happened again. Adrian sat up in bed. The sound came again.
He left his room and entered the hall. Then he turned to the off the hall. Suddenly as he took a step he lost his balance and fell forward. The wall wasn't a wall at all. Just paper. He rubbed his throbbing head as he looked into the darkness. A rustling sound. He shuddered fear closing up his throat.
A strange moan reached Adrian's ear from behind. Then Adrian's eyes locked onto a bundle. A woman, he realized, with gray hair. She wore a white dress and as his eyes fixed on her, he saw she was nothing more than a skeleton. Oh. My. God.
He'd seen scarier of course but as it happened to him at that moment he forgot most of those memories. The woman took a step. Then, she crumbled in on herself with a terrifying moan. Adrian screamed. The lights came on. The moaning stopped.
"Ha!" Mariabelle's unmistakable voice said, "Got you this time."
***The Next Day***
"So that's why we did the prank." Jona said and Adrian nodded. It had been explained that they did it for the whole reason of unfairness. Adrian has scared them many times with his true stories.
"That blue rose was a nice touch." Adrian said. His friends looked confused.
"What rose?" They asked and Adrian shrugged. Then he looked back at the house feeling eyes on him.
Between the curtains of his room stood a shadow. A face peering out. Adrian's blood ran cold. Yellow eyes stared out of a shrunken face of a woman. The cracked lips moved in a whisper.
'Where have you gone, My Love?'
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