Haunted and Haunting

Darling Boys and Girls,
In the spirit of Halloween, when we willingly shun the everyday and venture in the unknown without trepidation or fear perhaps you have the courage for a true horror story.

The wind was howling and the lights flickered as the power threatened to go out. Eventually it did, but she lit a dusty old candle which sparked and then settled down. She looked around to get her bearings in the haunting silence. Chilled to the very bones that she called home, she laid out her life and called to the spirits that on this one very special night -might just answer her pleas. She called to the night that she would do anything if someone would answer her. Maybe even save her. A dark presence entered the room, now bathed in shadow,and a disembodied voice that was far from human, began to speak.

“Everyone has haunted rooms in the mansion they call their mind. Everyone has ghosts from the past and ghosts yet to be born. The dark spirits that haunt our present, appear as fathom- less opportunists of lost moments gone horribly wrong. When the repressed screams of nightmares and gut-wrenching visions sustained through out the day can no longer be contained, the evil that is good gone wrong, can finally be vanquished. Peace is possible.”

The fragile flame was no match for the eerie wind that without warning blew through the room and plunged the already dimly lit space into utter blackness. The spirit had gone. It had said all that was needed. As she sat in gloomy quiet the absolute certainty of the chilling words slowly sank down into the once brilliant dwelling of her consciousness, before it had become dank with secrets and littered with regrets. The truth, that the sector of pain and torment that resided in her thoughts, that had laid claim to her very soul, would be there forever, unless she would set them free. There was nothing to do but faced the concealed demons and bring down without remorse, the nebulous hellions that accumulate without notice.

The mystic night had presented a rare gift from the unseen and all knowing world that lives in parallel with ours. Priceless knowledge is rarely given and the spirit that gave the gift expected it to be used well. In fact the agreed upon price was very fair. Knowledge in exchange for action. For the spirit she had summoned could move to the next realm of truth, if one human would change their personal destiny when given the key to true happiness -the ultimate release from self torment in it's myriad forms.

As she sat, in sober reflection, but without belief, a single blood red thread of fear and doubt snaked it's way around her throat. Her hands rose up to release the little thread which was slowly choking off her ability to call out for help. She struggled for her last breath, but the thread tightened it's grip and the dim light faded to nothingness. She died as she had lived, in silent fear and great remorse.
Have a naughty Halloween.