"Lover Come Back"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Coming back to take something that belonged to me.....

As I limped down the street of New York, I kept my lover's image in my head. I loved him, he was special, and he was beautiful. I would never guessed that I would find love in a big city like this. Our love was one of a kind, the kind that would never ever die. But as time went by, that all began to crumble. The image of lover began to darken. I looked really nice before the accident; my long dark hair that was straightend and curled, now hung lifelessly from my head. My once perfect dress and heels that I had paid so much money for were torn and dirty from the mud and brushes that I had encountered when I was exiting the dreaded woods. When I was younger, Iived in New Orleans with my Gramps for a while. He was a religious old man who believed that I should be loved and that love should never be taken away from me. He also practiced the ways of the anicents. The towns people said my Gramps was a necromancer, said he worshiped the Devil, and they even said that he could cast spells. For my 16th birthday, he gave me a necklace with a vile of dirt in it. He said, "This is the dirt of our buried kin, this will protect you" . That is the very necklace that I wear around my neck today. I kept walking, I was almost at my destination. I knew my lover was a player, but I just thought he was done playing. My mind flashed to the night of the incident. We were getting ready to go out. I was in the mirror, making a few minor changes to my make-up. As I was adjusting my Gramps necklace around my neck, I noticed my lover had left his phone on the sink counter. Naturally I went through it and I didnt like what I saw. I told him that I've had enough. That I was done with him. I began to pack my stuff to leave. A man should never place his hands on a woman, unless it was out of love. But this was far from love. As I reached the door, he grabbed me by my thoat and began to strangle me. I tried kicking and scratching, anything to get out his clutches. His face was blank, cold and empty. None of my efforts worked that night. That was the night I died. After he killed me, he placed my body in a wooden box and dumped my deep in the woods. It take long for me to hear my Gramps voice, calling me, telling me that it was not over, that my lover had to pay for taking my love away. My necklace that held the dirt of my ancestors allowed me to hear and listen to his call. When I climbed out that box and walked through the woods, I already knew what I was going to do. I finally reached my destination. Just as I was walking up to the apartment, my lover was just coming out. He turned around. When he saw me, all the color from his face drained. His eyes widened with fear. He knew what I had come back for and what I intended to take back with me. My Gramps always believed, that I should be loved and that love should never be taken away from me. We shared a love that would never, ever die. "Lover come back," I said softly. He screamed........

Submitted: July 18, 2015

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Eerie, and appealing. kept me wondering the entire story.

Sat, April 16th, 2016 2:26am


omg your awesome !! thanks!! :)

Sat, April 16th, 2016 6:34pm

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