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walk these halls of ghosts. here she cried, beside you curled in a ball. infront she sat infront of a broken screen. they were memories. in each spot of her home there was a memory. sad and cold they filled the halls. the halls wich would be set afire from the only thing left to clean the memories away.

some hold their memories. the child in their arms with comforting words. others neglect, ignore, they are just things of the past right? unchangable. solid in time and forever unmoving. but you look down and there they are. you. if its so unchangable how does she look up to you. tears in eyes far too red to even pretend its sleep.

help the little one. if you cradle the hurt heart it may leave with peace. if they all consume onanother in grief the souls will meld. combinding together the victor will have movment in every time and place of the other souls. skipping area's or having full control depending on the grief of the place.

reading instrutions of ghosts and their care it was all basic information. next they were going to tell you that they control emotions. the booklet read aloud, "emotional ghosts will only change feelings and emotions of the living around." basic stuff-

now you were in your own house. baby witch trying to heal some emotional trauma. wandering with a wand leading infront of their two person parade. you and your decorted limb of tree. walking right into your room the wand shook with warning. a cry came from under the bed.

y/n was just about 11 and curled up with a bear. sobbing there was something else in their hands. the memory came to mind. it was just after getting yelled at that they would make their first attempt. a steak knife pressed against their neck. trembling they looked up.

they could see you! laying on the ground they tried to grab the knife. fazing through the child only making them tence more. looking to their hand it had touched one thing. it was wet with tears. trying again y/n scooted their head under the bed. a tight fit. it really had been a while.

"hey-" they said too brash, trying again they spoke quieter. "hey kiddo,," the ghost looked up with a sniffle. its mouth moved but it sounded like water running onto the floor. "what was that..?" the ghost opned their mouth again and rushed the entire room with water. 

bubbles of breath left their mouth. sinking into a sudden abyss they tried swimming. arms flaing and pushing against the current there was someone pulling them in. looking back it was their abuser. laughing and reddying the child for punishment. the ghost was trapped inside y/n, pointing down to their parent.

determined they swam right to the yelling face. it concorted in confusion as the water left. sopping wet they were under the bed holding their past self in arms. the water was years of tears welled up within the small ghost. they looked up to their older self with a smile. they opened mouth again but this time words came, "thanks you.."

the air around felt misty and warm. like a summer sprinkle. somehow their chest was lighter. someone lifting a weight off their chest. or rather, them taking care of some issues. the knife was now in the hands of the future. taking the blade and putting it with it's matching set. sighing y/n leaned on the counter. another voice right behind them.

it poked y/n making them sizzle and dry to the touch. "!!" turning around it was someone else. they were black and cracked. smoke speeping off their bones like a candle. the burning child got to it's knees, hands together in prayer, "please! kill me!!" every word from their mouth was screamed in pain. even if they looked to be in no pain and rather calm, their voice cried with a dying voice.

so what do you do with past ghosts? ignore them. fester and grow with time. coddle them and give fake sence of security? or put them out of their misery

hard choice