When she dies

Spirit

There are things that remind spirits of their death. Something they aren't fond of remembering. Something they wish to forget.
When reminded. They break whatever it is or whatever it represents.
Nonetheless, it shouldn't exist when that spirit is near.
The girl with brown hair wants to understand. But struggles to do so.
Instead she simply researches.
Kind Spirits
She searches and searches with hours non end. She then finds herself standing in front of a large library.
Hesitation, she enters in.
There are interesting things about this girl. How she didn't fear to try and get me to return, how she wants to know more.
Wants to know more on who I am.
Shockingly, what I am not.
Books have much meaning. But she only sees it as a research. Not something as entertainment.
Ignoring the call from her phone she continues. She heads to the hotel where the murders took place. Condemned by police for research, she sneaks in anyways. Setting up her devices.
She soon finds out that only certain people can see the dead.
Disappointed she doesn't find the answer she seeks.
She prays to me.
Not knowing how to make me appear.
"Um, hey? Spirit who saved my life, umm....please appear?" She opens an eye, looking around. But finds nothing. Nor does she feel a presence, or simply...feeling someone stare at her, what she had felt when I first appeared before her.
Disappointed. She closes her laptop and sits there. "So much for that plan." She turns around.
*scratch scratch scratch*
In excitement, she stands staring at the wall of the scratching. A streak of blood comes down the wall. It moves around.
It writes.
67
A room.
Hesitation, she runs and collects all of her things. She runs quickly to the room. She then stops at the entrance of a hall. Police (four) stands at the end of the hallway drinking coffee. Guns loaded and on them clearly. The girl backs up and hides.
"Shit." She whispers. She takes a breath then looks around the corner. Two of them leave. Two remain. "God. How do I get passed them?"
BAM
The two of them hurry over to where the noise came from, in another room.
"Nice." She whispers once more. She holds her green and blue side bag and quietly runs down the hall slowing down at where the officers went into then hurrying up again.

Reaching the stairs she goes up the many many floors. She looks up, officers come down. Her eyes widen and she begins to go fast down the stairs. She stops.
"Your coming with me." The officer says holding on the handle of his gun. She sighs, eyes wide. He cuffs her and they walk down the hallway to the garage.
BAM
The officer and the girl jerk around. A moment later, a door falls down. An officer walks out. Slowly turning around they see his, bloody, deformed, ripped, face. The officer holding the girls arm shivers while she pants. He falls forward.
BAM
Another door.
Then another.
And another.
Then, all of them. All at once.
*scratch scratch scratch*
The girls cuffs, break into small small pieces. The officer slowly backs away.
"What are you?" He leans against the wall, staring at the girl with fear.
*scratch* It comes from the wall he leans against, at.his.back.
He jerks away. The girl steps away.
BAM
The wall shakes, cracks begin to spread. I break the wall. It falls to the ground shaking the building. He turns to her. "You have to stop this! I'll let you go! Please don't do this!"
The girl turns to him. "That isn't me." She says slowly.
I rise from the carpet. The officer gapes as he looks into my eyes. I stand there, head slightly bowed. I drift to the girl.
I put my cold, dead, finger on her cheek. She then slowly looks down. A piece of a door lies there.
67
Still scared of who I am. She speaks.
"Heh, my mistake. Guess I missed it." She mutters to herself. I pull away and turn to the running officer. "You shouldn't kill him. He was simply doing his job."
"I don't kill the innocent. I kill the dangerous, and evil."
She shivers at my voice.

I sit on a wooden chair of her home. She finishes on her device then sits behind me. Also...on a wooden chair. I sit to the side, staring out her window.
She is silent at first, then she speaks.
"Your the one who took care of the possessed girl....right?" I keep my silence. Knowing it's a yes she thinks for a moment. She watches me as she continues to speak. "Why...exactly are you doing this? Are you seeking some kind of revenge? Some kind of vengeance? I...I don't understand. Maybe because you didn't tell me but-"
I turn my head. So that she looks into my dark eye. "I came back.....to avenge the ones who couldn't....to save the ones in danger."
"How....did you die exactly? If you don't mind me asking of course."
I look to my hands then her window. I stay silent for a moment before speaking again. "The unbearable pain of mind."
She opens her mouth as to say something then closes it. Knowing what I mean. Her eyes sadden. "I-I am so sorry."
"There is nothing you need to apologize for. There was nothing anybody could do." I slowly fade away.
"Wait! When can we speak again?"
I smile. "Very soon."