the fairytales and other stories

Ghosts, Spirits, and the World's End

(TW: Mentions of @buse and su!c!de on paragraph 6)

When the world's ending, it's hard to stay sane. Somehow, I managed. It might have been because my bunker was spotless, or that there weren't any people for miles (I may be an introvert and very asocial, not to be confused with antisocial). It might have just been because of all of my stuffies.

But I think it was because of the ghosts. There weren't many. Only three. One was Being, a tall shadow that loved any dark corners or nooks it (or he, it was definitely masculine) could find. Another was Lilith (or so I'm told, her name could have been anything, really) who was a too kindly old soul. The last was Sofia, and she's the one I rue every day.

So, here I am, in a spotless bunker with three ghosts and nothing to do (that's actually an exaggeration, I had plenty to do but nothing sounded good). As everyone knows, small talk with ghosts can be very boring, or creepy, or interesting, depending on the ghost (technically, Being was, well, a being [or spirit, take your pick], but it still counts). 

I started with Being, actually. It was usually in the shadowy stairwell leading down to the bunker, except for nighttime, when all the lights were off (it was quite spooky then, even when it wasn't trying to be, which was most of the time). Being was not much of a talker. I couldn't quite tell when it was talking, either. Most of the time, I was sure that I was just talking to thin air and thinking a response. And yet I still did it, and yes, I enjoyed it.

Next was Lilith. She was quite cheery, but I'm still not sure if she was actually an old lady. Honestly, she was so nice she could've been a demon in disguise. Or something even more horrifying. But she didn't kill me or anything, just sat in a rocking chair. We talked a bit. She said things like "dear" and "goodness, me".

Finally, Sofia. Such a beautiful name, but not actually hers. Poor thing died from suicide at about ten. Her dad was abusive, her mom fragile. But Sofia herself was twisted. I don't think she could help it. Dying so young, in such a toxic environment. Either way, she told me to do horrible things. She said killing yourself wasn't that hard. It was worth it, even. Sofia said she was glad that I was the only living person in the bunker. If there were more, I'd have to kill them all. Eventually, I banished her and made sure she could never come back.

She hasn't, and so it's just Being, Lilith, and me. That's fine. Less noise. More time for writing.