Wraith

[SkyLandOceAnna]

Alone. Alone, I have walked this Earth since the Victorian Era, wandering from place to place, but always ending back up to the place where it all began. My name is Anne Rose. This Victorian, two-story house before me has remained deserted for many years. This was once the place of my upbringing, beginning with my birth, where I lived with my mother and father, where I played with my friends, and where I had my first kiss. This is the place where I died. The glass of the windows shattered, most likely by some punk kids, who wanted to break in because they thought it would make them cool. The inside filled with many cobwebs and who knows what creatures lurking in the dark crevices of the once beautiful home at the end of the street. The furniture still remained from when I was alive. I made sure of it. Whenever I would catch word of a new owner, which rarely occurred, I would return. I would watch the new families who moved in without knowledge of the wonderful family, whose father built this home from the ground up as they say, lived here. I was fine when they painted or moved the furniture around or fixed what was broken, but when they tried to get rid of it, I would use my ghostly abilities, and scare them from the premises. I know I am no longer alive and they just want to make it feel more like their home, but it was once mine, and I don’t feel like losing all that I have left in this world.Now before you ask me, yes there are other ghosts. I am not the only one. I have come across them many times, but they have a purpose that they want to complete and cannot be bothered by others. The ones who have completed what they remained on this plane for have all gone, but there are those, The Lost Souls, who were unable to accept their deaths. For that, they just wander and repeat what they did before they died and that is why we have haunted places in today’s society. As for me, my only purpose is to remain here until I find my reason to remove myself from this plane. I know it sounds strange and hard to understand and I should want to move on, since I have accepted my death, but I was afraid of what I’d miss in these ever-changing times. Still I came back again to my home, not because of word of new residents or to see new changes in the neighborhood I once lived or because I've discovered everything in the world that has changed since my last search, but because I missed it. However, it appears I arrived just in time. The For Sale sign on the front lawn now has that SOLD sign plastered over it. Once again I must protect my home and ensure that it is left the way it used to be.I float up the stairs and open the door and go inside after some persistence on my part. You may now be wondering how I opened the door, if I am a ghost. Well, let’s just say a lot of practice goes a long way. I can do anything I used to do when I was alive, even talk to people, if I wanted to. They cannot hear or see me unless I wish them too. Becoming corporal is not without its disadvantages though. I cannot sustain myself for more than a few minutes or so and I always appear in what I wore when I died, so people could always look up who I was. I decided I no longer wanted to allow them to try and talk to me. All they ever wanted was for me to “move into the light” or “if you’re with us, please make this or that move” or “please communicate with us.” With The Lost Souls, however, they can only do things for a shorter period of time compared to me. Basically, just the second right before they recreate the end of their death sequence for the millionth time.Inside, the first thing I noticed is that everything is not the way I left it last; there are no cobwebs or mounds of dust. The sheets no longer cover the furniture and all the furniture appears to be reupholstered and looking as new as they did when I was alive. There were even a couple new features. There were these table lamps with bright colors on the shade covering the bulb. Tiffanys. It felt so much like home; like I hadn’t died and soon my mom would call me to come help her in the kitchen to bring out appetizers for our guests. My father owned a fair trading business and many of his trade friends would come over on a regular basis to discuss new shipments and sales and so forth. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footprints. I turned just in time to see a man descend the grand staircase in front of me and stop after he throws a button down shirt on and look up in my direction.Man: Hello!*Thanks for reading, I accept all feedback.

Edited November 7, 2012 by SkyLandOceAnna

[SkyLandOceAnna]

He was tall with blonde hair and these stunning, baby blue eyes. He was fairly fit and had a clean shaven face and chest. He was wearing a pair of black sweats and a navy blue button down shirt. He was very attractive, which was worrisome because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to kick him out since I wouldn't want to stop looking at him. It's not very often a single (not single as in relationship status) individual would agree to live in my home, especially one that looked like him. I'm sure I can get over this fact soon enough, but what was worrying me more, was that he appeared to be able to see me. I've met a few mediums in my lifetime, and death, but they could never see me. He finishes descending the stairs and walks towards me.He says, "I said 'Hello!' What are you doing in my house? And why are you dressed like that? It's not Halloween for another month."Oh no! He can see me. I turn around to make sure there is no one else he could possibly be talking to. There isn't.I respond with the only thing I could think of, "You can see me?""Of course I can see you. It's not like you're a ghost or invisible. Unless of course, you are a ghost, but you can't be. You wouldn't be talking to me. Unless..."Suddenly his eyes become amber and he steps right through me. I turn and he is staring right at me, barely less than an inch from my face. I could feel the warmth from his breath on me, which sent shivers up my spine. I step back, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him.He says, "What are you?"I pull myself out of his arms and take a few steps back."What am I? What are you? I've never met a medium who could actually see me or do that weird eye trick you just did. How can you even touch me?""So you are a ghost?"I pause and look at him."Still you're not like normal ghost. Many just complete their unfinished business and leave or are like reruns that never stop. You're different though. You've been here a long time 'cause people don't wear that type of clothing anymore. Not for a hundred and some years now."Anne glares at him."You must be one of those rare ghosts. What are they called again...?""Look! I don't know how you can see me or what's going on, but I'm leaving, and you had better not be here when I get back. This is my home!"Anne walks past him and almost reaches the door before..."Wraith!"She freezes and turns around."What?""A wraith. That's what you are.""What's a wraith?""It's another word for ghost or spirit.""So how does that make me any different from any other ghost?""They may be the same thing, because they all mean ghost, but what they don't mention in any book or any culture around the world, is that wraiths are different than your ordinary Casper.""I don't know what that is.""It's...never mind. What I am trying to say is that wraiths are powerful. They have no desire to cross over and have accepted their death, so they remain here, and become stronger as the years go by. Tell me. Can you become corporeal? Can you touch things or talk to humans?"She begins thinking and taking in what he is saying."I'll take that as a yes.""So what if I am this this this wraith? I can't be the only one. How do you even know this stuff? You don't look like the type who would care about old ghost stories.""Let's just say I'm a bit old-fashioned, which is why I chose 'your home' as you so rightfully put it. It reminds me of a good period in my life."She stares at him, still wondering who this guy is or why she is still talking with him, instead of scaring him out.He then says, "So what type of guy do I look like then?""Excuse me!""Just a second ago you said something about my not looking like the type who would care about old ghost stories.""Oh well what I meant to say is that you look like the evil type.""Oh really!"He slowly walks up to her until he is just inches away."Yes! Evil, but wait..."She thought back to what they just discussed."You said 'humans'.""So you finally caught that, huh?"She pushes him away."What did you mean by that? And why did your eyes change color? How was it you were able to touch me onesecond when I wasn't even corporeal and walk through me the next? How can you even see me?"She takes in a few deep breaths."You know what I am now, so...What are you?"He smiles at her and closes the gap between them. She steps back and they continue back and forth until they reach the wall and she is pinned. He puts her hand on his chest."Are you a werewolf?""No.""Shapeshifter?""No.""Medium?""Haha! No."I look into his eyes. They were like nothing I've ever seen. They were blue like the sea and even though I never wanted to admit it to him, they were beautiful. And it was in that moment that I understood what he was. I've seen eyes like that before in movies and I remembered him mentioning my home reminding him of his past. Still like every other Supernatural creature out there, I thought Ghosts were it. I now know what he is, so I look him those eyes and say..."Vampire."

Edited October 29, 2012 by SkyLandOceAnna