Journal Entry: A Haunted Autumn.
JOURNAL ENTRY: A Haunted Autumn.
OCTOBER 25th, 2012.
I remember my eyes; how they watered from the utter dryness as I stared up at the ceiling where a spider decided to stand completely still. I remember thinking to myself:
please don’t crawl into my ear canal as I’m sleeping…
It continued to remain still as the wooden panels of the ceiling fan cast shadows across the pale paint.
Suddenly, for some reason or another, HER face took residence in my mind - no warning. No signatures on a lease. Not even a monthly payment. The memory of HER just decided to show up and bombard my thoughts. Her laugh. Her smile. All reserved just for me. To me, she was so innocent and so pure. Even after what happened those many years ago…
Even after she did what she did that night I had lost her for what would be… forever.
Or so I thought.
In fact, this particular night would be an indication that I would not be free of such a memory. This night would serve as a first of many reminders that I wasn’t alone. Slowly before my eyes, the mere memory of HER slowly manifested into an entire apparition of her, blocking the spider what was previously in my line of sight.
Startled, I shot up in my bed with my back firmly against the headboard. I remember the feeling of immediate panic. Her apparition swiftly approached me until her face and mine possessed just an inch between our noses. My body hair stood on edge - my skin became cold to the touch.
Her eyes were lifeless - seemingly filled with hatred and blame. No words followed. Just a dead cold stare. She knew. She was aware. I knew. The guilt was ever present - in fact, it never left. I was partly responsible for this paranormal result. My choices. My actions. The actions of others who were involved, all led to her untimely death.
I wanted to say her name, mostly to confirm outloud to myself that it was really her.
However, she dematerialized into nothingness before I managed to whisper her name. I was left with an eerie feeling inside of my body… the feeling of which told me that this would not be the last encounter with her ghost.