A Ghosts' Tale

The Story of How I Died

I guess that you can tell from the title that I'm going to tell you my story about how I died; let me tell you now that you guessed correctly. I guess that you're also wondering how I can write this while I'm dead; I'd rather not tell you if you don't mind. A ghost has to have his secrets.

Anyway, enough drabble. You want to know how I died; being the evil person you are, so I'll tell you.

I'll skip to the scary part and just tell you that it's bloody dark in here. The sun, despite all of its glory, is completely obscured by the towering trees that are draped with vines. The floor is covered with dead leaves and twigs. When I strain hard enough, I can hear the faint running of a river or stream coming from somewhere but I couldn't pinpoint the source from anywhere. I unconsciously grip my briefcase until my knuckles turned white. It might have been natural human instinct or the stories that I've heard but I am on high alert.

I hear a noise as if something small is scurrying across the leaves; followed by vague wail of maybe a young child. I swing around and before I even think properly I run towards it. God; I'm stupid, but if there really is someone who needs serious help out here then I won't be able to deal with the guilt. I drop the suitcase as the trees seem to swipe at me, scratching me and scarring me as I run to the hazy voice. It might be my imagination but I think this forest is out to get me; somehow.

I reach the river that I heard earlier but it wasn't a river of water. I nearly throw up at the sight; a river swirling with human blood. How do I know that it's human? Bodies of those who were before me are slowly rotting as they float; decapitated and lifeless. But before I could analyse the whole situation, I felt a stabbing pain in my leg, then my arm, then my shoulder.The vines that were once still are now alive and are stabbing me violently. I try to lay on the ground for relief but the leaves now slice me everywhere like a thousand paper cuts. I scream a primal scream as the vines suddenly pick me up and drop me carelessly into the river whilst tearing me apart. My howls were swallowed by blood and I drowned.

That is the story of how I died...