Random Stories I Wrote Down

July ___ 1998

"Cough...Cough" there was low coughing for only a second, was I the only one that can hear it?
I don't understand, when I turn around there is no one perhaps I'm imagining things? Maybe it's because I haven't gotten enough sleep the past few days, I sigh and place the flowers down. There was a sudden breeze and then it stopped, it completely vanished, my eyes felt a little blurry and I couldn't see well. "Damnit I should have gotten more sleep" I mutter out in an angry tone, I don't know how that could change anything- it probably didn't. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times...finally managing to open them-...there was a moment of silence as I stared at it...a strange humanoid...figure...why was it leaning on the gravestone? "That's disrespectful. You should move" I went ahead and tried to move it but my hand went right through it, what seemed like cloth reaching right to its knees wasn't something I could touch, I took a step back taking a look at it once again. It had...weird features it wasn't Halloween so why was it dressed like that? It had eyes scribbled on with a black sharpie, black sneakers, white socks reaching right under its knee...and there was a plant with only two leaves growing out of its head?...none the less the flowers it had seemed pretty real... almost too real? I went to talk to it again "Hey you, move!" this time I was louder for sure, it finally turned its head towards me its face was covered with the cloth so I couldn't make out its features. "I'm just guarding my home Mr. fire head" it's tone was squeaky yet gentle calming almost like...- I stared in awe, what? Mr. fire head? It probably noticed my confusion since it spoke again "I suppose you haven't noticed that your head is on fire.." it shrugged, that cloth was hiding any kind of expression it had I tried to rub my face but my hand just slipped and when I moved it in front of my face I saw that my hand was on fire, a beautiful purple fire, it didn't hurt surprisingly, I looked around, everything was the same except it all got dark like the middle of the night kind of dark- "What is this trick kid? How are you doing this?" it finally got up and off the grave "I'm not a kid, in fact, I'm almost as old as you Star" ..there was confidence in its voice yet .. that nickname made my guts sink, it sounded so familiar yet I somehow couldn't remember who it was, the name... "Where did you get that nickname from?" I asked my voice was shaky and I took a deep sigh, trying to calm down was the key, it was probably a prank... "You already forgot the nickname I gave you? It has only been a few years since I died Asterin." ...that sounded like it hit too close to home, "Who are you and how do you know my name?" I asked. It stared at me as if it didn't expect me to ask that, "So, your memory has gotten that bad? Or has the name on this grave just become a blur? If so why do you still visit?" it's tone suddenly got a little sadder, it's true my memory has gotten worst, I looked down trying to look for a clue on what its name could be but the stone was just pieces of concrete... why did I visit truly? Who did I visit? I can't remember. "You know...kinda sad you forgot the name of the person you love the most, your soulmate? Hm?" and suddenly that drenching pain in my chest came back again, I didn't have a face but it felt like my eyes were crying oceans, "Nyx-" I blinked a couple of times before- it was all normal again, it was morning...the gravestone was back...the flowers...July __ 1998...

I shook my head thinking for a moment. This was too much, I needed to stop daydreaming so often, she's dead. I took a step back before finally deciding to leave, it was late anyway, it bothered me though, the whole way to my car, it bothered me. Was it really just daydreaming or...did I skid into another dimension?... It was weird and I knew there were no chances to do that but... somehow it felt so real. None the less I got to my car got in and started it. "Just the imagination, like always".