Home Spirit.

Chapter- II

The hour of the devil, asleep everyone was. Cuddled up to each other were these too. Peaceful they look, unaware of what's coming.

My death took me young, for I never experienced the love of a man. Who were my family?  It's been so long. I woke to this house. Since then It's always been us.

I've loved you so in regards to my feelings, I'll let have this night. I cannot guarantee any further. If only you'd died it wouldn't have come to this.

Unexpected horrors befall them every moment. Everyday you leave, I an alone with her.

“This house gives me the creeps” she mumbled in his ear. “Its okay, you're just being paranoid” he reassures her.

Oh no, you don't understand my love, every-day; I am the one with her. Whether it's hangings falling where she stood, the things she'll put in one place would be found in another.

Solitude in extravagant home like this can terrify a person on their own. When the creatures of the night come alive with melodic tones; paranoia.

Though, what she spoke of was true… Will her lover believe her words? 

A few days later, he had to leave for a couple of days. Their lovely whispers of “I miss you” ugh I was gonna hurl, if that was even possible.

Did I mention this was happening in my room?

The moment he stepped out, hell begin. I am not evil, I'll just be playing for a bit.

Slipping into what she thought was comfortable, sprawled on my living sofa watching movies. Something they did together in the past days, cuddled up to each other; eyesores.

Her phone rang, bloody loud tone that she could hear from downstairs. Groaning she got up, Waltzing back in my room. The annoying cellular device was left on the counter of my Dresser.

She shouldn't have come. I don't possess foresight, so I can't be blamed. Because that very night I, though indirectly did something.
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I killed a person.

Her blood pooling beneath her head. Unknown to none soul than me. I don't want you. It was never my intention not that it matters. 

I appeared before her in the mirror, utterly disgusted by my facial features it seems, backing up quickly and tripping over a sock, of course thrown carelessly by her dearest. She fell backwards to her fate.

The bloodied edge of the table, Evidence that proved this was neither a murder nor suicide.

The vast lone area the house covered. Only residents were us. Still staring at the doorway, waiting his return her long forgotten corpse rotting. I was thankful that my sense of smell died along with me.

The day came when she finally moved, as the sound of door opening was heard. She cried and cried trying to clutch his shirt. He walked casually through her, calling out to her. Now she understood my feelings.

A loud scream soon came, ah I missed those peaceful days of mine. He discovered her body. Her once porcelain skin covered in maggots. As if she herself wasn't such stomach curling site, he puked.

Some man he is… He's lucky to have a gorgeous face. How did I even end up falling for him?

A few hours later the police came and cleaned it all up. My precious baby was finally free of that body's fifth. Quite rude to say that when she stood next to me.

The nightfall came and so did an another beauty. It seems I wasn't the only one having my heart crushed. Unfaithful, he was.