Art Book +Vent

Story time

-Mild gore warning-
Images may have graphic designs
or may mention sensitive subjects such as child abuse.
Proceed with caution.
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I was fired from my job.
On the way back home I took a breather, Sitting on bench. The street light was bright, I looked
down to shield my eyes.

The feeling of loneliness came over me, and I began to tear up.
My wife was going to be so disappointed. I told her that I could control my anger, but during the meeting I failed to do just that.
Yelling at my boss nearly assaulting him. I felt bad, I didn't like this feeling at all. I look down at the ground once again, watching as my tears fell on the concrete sidewalk. I got up, knowing I had to face my wife and tell her the news. I watched my feet as the stepped onto the welcome mat.
I took out my keys, unlocking the door. I was greeted by not my wife but my sweet daughter Alisa. I smile softly down at her as she runs up me.
I put my suit case down and kneel to her be down at her height. She hugs me, which I hug her back gently.
I feel bad. I feel sad. I feel happy.
"Dada! How was the meeting??"
She asked excitedly, smiling.
"It was okay..." I said softly, she saw through my lies and asked, "you got fired, didn't you?" I nod, ashamed.
She just smiles and says it's alright.
I grip her hand gently and take her back to her room, covering her up with the blankets. I close the door, and begin to walk to my room. Hailey  (His wife) was already asleep.
I looked at the ceiling once I had lied down next to her.

I was tired, nothing seemed clear to for a moment. I let out a long sigh.
I'll explain what happened at work in the morning.

>2 hours later<

I wake up and look at the clock to
see its now 2 am in the morning.
I sighed even longer this time.
I looked at the door realizing it was open. I forgot to close it behind me.
I felt nervous looking at the door, I didn't want to get up because I was comfortable. The hall was dark, and suddenly I heard small footsteps.
I thought it was Alisa using the bathroom, but the foot steps where coming closer to the bedroom.
I sit up, and stare at the door.
A young girl similar to Alisa walked up to the door, standing at the entrance.

I felt my spine shiver as she said that.
The little girl looked sad and hurt.
"Why are you sad?..." I answered for my wife, since she was probably referring to her. "Dad hurt me."
She replied. I realized that this might be the ghost of my wife's other child. Which was killed by her crazy ex.
I got up and said, "I'm sorry you had to go through this.
You didn't deserve it.
I saw a small smile
appear on her face. "Thank you"
She whispered calmly and began walking away back into the hallway,
her body fading into the darkness.

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It's more of a sadish story than scary but whatever uwu. Hope you enjoyed the story and the art uwu

~RainbøwAlex667