The New Arrival

Photo Credits To TJ Paris
Photo Credits To TJ Paris

No one knows I’m here.

I creep through the halls and sneak into the bedroom.

Excitement ignites deep in the belly. I put a hand to my mouth to hold the laughter that threatens my presence.

I see the fear within her eyes and feel something…I think…akin to pity, and I am confused.  This fleeting moment of humanity vanishes when her screams begin.  No longer confused I am transfixed, no turning away.  I will look.  I have to look because it’s the rules…the rules of this castle of which I dwell.

When I was re-born, it was hard to watch.  Now my dread has turned to wonder. Giddiness came, but it was shy and hid in the shadows until the knife was held high.  Then with a cackle giddiness would scream, “This is the way!  The way you did die!”

The knife descends; the deed is done.  Her body bleeds, as her spirit ascends.

She looks at me.

I open my arms to welcome the new arrival.

Word Count-175

12 Comments Add yours

  1. any1mark66 says:

    Nice twisted tale

  2. Wow! Excellent! Great tension and mystery build up and wonderful twist for the ending! Loved it! Thank you for participating in FFfAW!

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad I found FFfAW. 🙂

      1. I’m so glad you did too!

  3. Tastyniblets says:

    Very gothic- loved it 🙂

  4. mandibelle16 says:

    Very dark but a great story!

    1. Thanks! My wife said she couldn’t believe I wrote because it was so dark. However, I don’t think I made too clear that story was from a ghost’s perspective…she wasn’t the one doing the “killing” but she was their waiting to welcome the new arrival (ghost) to the castle.

  5. Ellespeth says:

    Oh my gawd! This was spooky good.

    1. 🙂 Thanks you 🙂

  6. luckyjc007 says:

    A great horror story! 🙂

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