The dead kept dancing faster around me. Seconds ticked by like hours and fear cemented me in place, making me unable to move or run away. Suddenly a young woman stepped forward and began to sing. Her words didn't make sense, but her melody hypnotized me. (A.N imagine her singing this song)
For a second I became submersed in her song, but a strong tingling sensation in my hands brought me back to reality. I looked down and gasped, shocked to find that my hands were almost completely transparent! I couldn't believe that a simple song could have the power to turn me into a ghost. The people around me were dancing so fast that they were nothing more than a blurry ring now, closing in on me dancing faster and faster getting closer and closer and then suddenly they vanished!
The grassy hill around me looked as if it had been deserted for years, not a single person for miles. I looked down at my hands in wonder but they looked perfectly normal. I looked around me frantically, desperately searching for any sign that what I had just witnessed was real. I found nothing, everything around me looked just as it did before I had ever seen the dancing dead.
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The Dancing Dead
FantasíaA short story I wrote that was inspired by the song Ramalama Bang Bang by Róisín Murphy (I'll put the link in the story if you'd like to hear it). so basically as I was listening in this song I could imagine this scene happening with this song play...
