Ghost

Prologue

It had been eight months since the death of Elaine White.

Her father, Benji, had slowly begun to get over her without many huge issues. Every now and then he'd awake from a nightmare of her in a cold sweat. But all in all, one would expect that considering he was responsible for her life ending after a short 14 years.

Actually, responsible is a bit inaccurate, as if an accident happened when he wasn't there or something. A more accurate statement would be that he was the one who ended her life.

As you can imagine, that would leave him in quite a predicament.

Every couple of nights, he was given dreams of being caught, dreams of Elaine seeking revenge, hallucinations of her walking through the house with her long chestnut hair trailing behind. It was incredibly stressful. He had started drinking heavily.

That last sentence is also inaccurate, as he had been drinking pretty heavily for a long time. That's how he ended up in that mess in the first place.

The death had been pretty clean, Elaine had a slender and short build so it had been easy to snap her neck. Just a twist of the head and crack. Even a drunk man could do it, and Benji White had definitely been very drunk.

That night, the night that marked her 8 month death anniversary was also poker night. A night where all of the guys would disappear from their houses without a word of warning to their families. They would spend all their wife's money and drink their sanity away.

Benji was no different.

As he was the only one without a wife to bother them, poker night was hosted in his residence. That always made the man nervous, there was always an off chance that the guys might found out.

1 year, and then people will start to forget.

"Benjiii!"

One of the many men from poker night barged into Benji's house without knocking. His name was Adam and he was the one who Benji never had to worry about, there hadn't been a day in his life where the man had been sober and he was pretty damn happy about it too. His wife had one foot out the door since they married 6 years ago, but she cared too much about what anyone else would say so she never left. It was 1965 after all. Divorce was frowned upon.

Slowly the night wore on, all 5 men being present by the first half hour. It was relatively uninteresting to anyone who watched. One of the men's wives, Tim was his name, had received money from a dead relative so Tim was going all out. But that was hardly important.

Just before midnight, Adam got up to go where Benji would assume was the bathroom. Although Benji was halfway through his second bottle of Scotch so he wasn't too worried about where anyone may or may not be going.

In this case it was may not.

Adam shuffled past the bathroom and stopped in front of a closed door. A door that hadn't been opened since Elaine's body had been cleared out of it. Benji kept the door locked and the windows boarded, just in case someone came in there and figured anything out.

Except, although Benji had made certain there would be no one in there, Adam could hear someone playing Greensleeves on the piano from the inside of the locked door.

It wasn't very good, the person had obviously taken up piano quite recently. They were tapping out the keys individually, leaving spaces and mistakes in between each bar. Of course, Adam wouldn't know that. Beer had a habit of making things more pleasant. And the man wanted to hear the pleasantness up close.

Adam reached for the latch, his hands shaky from all of the alcohol. He grasped the rusty lock roughly and shoved it open with some effort.

The moment the door unlocked the player ceased the music.

A shrill shriek pierced through the air forcing Adam to slam his hands against his ears and prevent the pain from his drinking-induced headache that the noise was amplifying.

From the kitchen, where the gambling was taking place, the noise was just as unbearable, but only for about twenty seconds. Beacause thats when there was a loud crashing impact sound came from where Adam was and the noise was gone as quickly as it came.

One of the men, James, went to see what the commotion was, leaving Benji and his sinking feeling of dread with Dave who had passed out over the table. (Tim had left 30 minutes ago)

James flicked on the light switch in the hallway, revealing the quite gruesome remains of Adam. He had, as far as James could tell, been hit with a large, old, piano. The piano that was now very splintered appeared to have crashed through the door which Adam had previously unlocked and hit the drunk man at accelerated speeds.

"What the fuck?" James drawled out loud, it was mostly directed at the splattered gore that was spread around the area of Adams final resting place.

But he only got to look for a bit, because the lights flickered off and almost simultaneously, his life did as well.

Every object in the house began to shuffle around, some pieces of furniture rising up into the air and others just trembling in place.

The table Benji was sitting at slid to the side, taking Dave with it, and slammed against the wall. Dave pinned in between.

That's when a girl strode in, her hands behind her back and a vacant smile on her face. She plucked one of the many bottles off the table and turned towards Benji. The mans eyes widened in disbelief and fear.

"No! No!" He shook his head violently, the rest of his body was rooted in place. He shook his head harder as the girl approached, her chestnut hair jumping with each happy step.

"You're supposed to be dead!" He shouted at her, "you should have died!"

Elaine White smashed the end of the bottle against a chair and pointed the shattered end at Benji. Her head was tilted to the side as she gave him an even wider smile.

"Not without you Daddy Dearest."