“I deeply wish the killer comes to know what he took away from me. The love I shared with her. I want him to know the wonderful person she was and the light she brought into other people’s lives. I want him to know that; to finally understand what he took away from us all as he rots away in the darkness of a cell. That’s what I want.”
“I understand. Consider it done, though you have paid a great price.” the voice said. I stared at the pale reflection in the mirror.
“It is on Samhain the veil between the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead becomes the thinnest.” The witch said. As she said these words, I could once again see my lost loved ones standing there before me as though a fog had been lifted. “Is there anything you wish to say to them?”
“Just tell them I love them, I miss them terribly, and that I hope to see them all again one day.” I told her. She nodded at my words.
“They miss you too.” I smiled sadly at her words, and then I walked back into the darkness.
This was written with the prompt Day 13 – Thinning of the Veil provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
This prompt challenge was fun and I’ve never done anything like this before. Thanks Sammi Cox for all these prompts.
It was in the middle of the night when she heard some movement. Lighting a candle to illuminate her way, she set out to investigate, her door creaking loudly as she opened it. In the dark she went down an empty hallway towards the sound, trying to be as quiet as possible. She thought she could feel a presence near her.
I’m the ghost of Cranthorg Manor!” a voice boomed out in the blackness. She laughed.
“No, I’m the ghost of Cranthorg Manor,” she responded. She heard the sound of someone running away. Gliding along, she followed after them.
I wrote this for a prompt, only to find I had misread the prompt which I thought was for a story with a candle in it, but which turned out to be 100 candles. Still, I was pleased with this, so I decided to publish it anyway.