Sins of the Father

Ghost of Victims Past

Long black hair. Green eyes. Olive skin that turned golden in the summer. Little dusting of freckles on her nose.

She looked just as he remembered her. All those years ago.

No, of course it wasn't her. SHE was dead. This was someone new.

It was as if her ghost had come back to haunt him. A younger version, the one he remembers the best. The one that hadn't made him into this monster. 

The ghost looked to be in her early 20's. Such a good age but such a bad time in most peoples lives. Bad choices led to mistakes and mistakes led to wrong doings.

The Reaper watched the ghost as she moved around the yard. Taking box after box into the house he remembers so well. He remembers how her blood stained the white tile of the bath room. He remembers the taste of white wine on her breath. He remembers the feel of the knife as it slide across her throat and the sound of her whimper as she begged for her life.

She brought it upon herself. Adultery was one of the biggest sins but she had everyone fooled that she was this perfect angel who went to all of the church fundraisers and lived this amazing life.

Sins could be forgiven. That's what the Church preached. He believed though that you had to want forgiveness. You have to admit your wrong doings and accept the punishment. Trying to hide and lie or worst of all, blame another. Those were actions of people with no remorse for their sins.

That is where he came in. He was here to right the wrongs of the unpunished. He needed to fix what the law of man couldn't. He wasn't insane enough to think that he was doing God's work.

No, he was just a man.

Bleak Falls wasn't just his home, it was HIS home. It was his to protect. He was in charge of making sure the people here were safe and looked after. He couldn't just let crime run amuck.

He heard a loud thump outside and his attention returned back to the ghost. The neighbor's girl was outside. She had a shock of red hair and seemed to be a little too overdressed for noon on a Sunday.

The two girls seemed to be hitting it off. The red head helping the ghost bring in boxes to that cursed house.

He would need to watch this ghost closely. He didn't like new people in his town. One wrong move and this ghost wouldn't just be haunting him, she could be the end of him altogether.

He would have to make sure that didn't happen. Whatever the cost.