Dark Nightmares of a Lost Soul by Genevieve Lilith Vesta
Too soon, Brian and Misty pulled into the apartment complex. There was eight, two story buildings scattered all over. There was one big building, which housed the older people. All sides of the parcel of land were streets and restaurants, except on one side that was a small woods and a creek.
“So what apartment were you in when you saw the old guy?” Brian asked Misty.
Misty looked around, all the buildings looked alike. “That was a long time ago, I don’t remember.”
“Well, we will just walk around the grounds and see what happens, or manifests itself.” Brian looked at Misty.
She knew what he meant; he wanted to walk around so the ghost will show itself to her again. Then she was to talk to it. Misty was not thrilled about seeing a ghost again.
She did not like them; they had scared her too much. Especially one spirit long ago of a little girl; Misty shook away the memory and ran to catch up to Brian.
“Feel anything, Mist?” Brian asked.
“Yes, I’m feeling stupid!” She answered.
He stopped, looked at her and said, “funny, aren’t we?”
Misty was just about to say something when she froze. A spine tingling chill went through her body, Misty’s stomach began to turn and breathing became difficult. “Oh, shit!”
Brian knew that faraway look; he ran back to the truck and got a shovel. He returned to Misty’s side and waited anxiously. Her eyes were off in the distance, seeing something that was only in the past.
He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. One side of him was the apartments and on the other side was the woods and creek. Brian looked at Misty and waited.
“So what apartment were you in when you saw the old guy?” Brian asked Misty.
Misty looked around, all the buildings looked alike. “That was a long time ago, I don’t remember.”
“Well, we will just walk around the grounds and see what happens, or manifests itself.” Brian looked at Misty.
She knew what he meant; he wanted to walk around so the ghost will show itself to her again. Then she was to talk to it. Misty was not thrilled about seeing a ghost again.
She did not like them; they had scared her too much. Especially one spirit long ago of a little girl; Misty shook away the memory and ran to catch up to Brian.
“Feel anything, Mist?” Brian asked.
“Yes, I’m feeling stupid!” She answered.
He stopped, looked at her and said, “funny, aren’t we?”
Misty was just about to say something when she froze. A spine tingling chill went through her body, Misty’s stomach began to turn and breathing became difficult. “Oh, shit!”
Brian knew that faraway look; he ran back to the truck and got a shovel. He returned to Misty’s side and waited anxiously. Her eyes were off in the distance, seeing something that was only in the past.
He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. One side of him was the apartments and on the other side was the woods and creek. Brian looked at Misty and waited.