Evening, everyone! Welcome to Flashtober Day 4, with The Ghost. Today’s prompt, “Celtic mythology states that if you leave a graveyard the opposite way that you came, spirits will try to leave with you.” Finally something a little more directly Halloween related. Enjoy!
Flashtober Day 4: The Ghost
The leaves made soft thuds to the dead earth as the air stood still. He grimaced as his body ached, rising from the ground. He stared at the brand new tombstone before shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He let out a soft sigh and head on, leaving in the opposite direction that he entered.
About a few feet later, he stopped. He heard the sharp sound of leaves crunching distinctly behind him. He looked behind him but saw nothing. He looked to his left, looked to his right, but still saw nothing around him. He continued on.
He stopped again and swung his bead back around to look behind him once again. Still nothing.
“Who is out there? You’re not being funny. I can hear you, dammit.” But no one responded. No one replied, or came out from behind any of the trees or tombstones in the graveyard. He turned back to take another step forward. He heard the crunch again and snapped back around only to smack into something hard and cold. He immediately fell backward into the crown. Leaning back on his elbows he looked up and saw a large, white entity looking down at him. None of the features were outright distinct or discernable, but it was clearly a ghost. He wanted to scream or run or do anything, but he sat back staring at the being. He sat frozen, unable to will his body to move.
“Are y-you, y-ou a-a…”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Hm? No, I don’t want to kill you.”
“Then what do you want?”
He looked back confused. To leave? What the hell did it mean, to leave? It’s dead. “You wanna, you wanna what? You wanna leave?”
“Yeah. I can’t leave unless someone leaves the opposite way they came in.”
“But why me?”
“I’m lonely. And you seem very nice. You always visit your friend’s grave. I wish someone visited my grave all the time.”
He looked back at the ghost. The ghost looked very lonely. Very sincere. He felt bad for it.
“You’re not going to hurt me?”
“No. Can I be your friend?” He looked back at the ghost for a moment.
“Yes. I’ll be your friend.”
The ghost immediately smiled. It offered an arm to him. He stared at it before grabbing it gingerly. The ghost pulled him up to his feet and smiled. He stood for a moment and waited for the ghost to move to his side. Together they moved on from the graveyard as the sun dipped to transition into the night.