That Haunting Lavender

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A ghost story in poetic forms, actually inspired by true events.

Submitted: July 10, 2008

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Submitted: July 10, 2008



Sebastian is gone
The spirit of Alexandra is still there
Her haunting aroma of lavender
Lingers through the dark silent rooms

The couple did not know
What they were in for
When they rented
The old apartment on the west side

Sharon noticed first
Shadows that hovered in corners
Noises came from nowhere
And a pungent scent of lavender
Pervaded the air

Sebastian stayed busy painting
An aspiring artist
His goal-to produce a masterpiece
The apparition watched silently
Amid the shadows
As he worked endless hours
Executing his vision through sight
The young painter could feel a subtle presence
And an intoxicating scent of lavender
Found its way into his senses

Tensions flared between Sharon and the specter
More baffling noises
Restless night filled with unsettling dreams
A pale face appears on the television screen
Her favorite bookshelf suddenly collapses
Incessant scratching on the walls
Causing arm hair to stand erect
A rival in spirit form was ever present
Someone had to go

And it just so happened upon one day
Sharon was out shopping
While Sebastian performed
A routine morning shower
Warm water gushed over his face
As erotic visions of the red haired phantom
Slowly merged into his secrets thoughts

The young artist began to gratify himself sexually
Until every muscle in his being
Rapidly tensed to the point
Of a paralyzing orgasm
Hot pulsating water thundered
Down his spine, as that haunting scent of lavender
Evaded the elated man's senses once again
Yes, he knew she was watching


Six months later,
Sharon and Sebastian parted ways
The portrait sold to the highest bidder
This in turn led to:
Brand new house
The expensive car
A sure promising career
With a fresh perspective on life
And a pack of unopened lavender incense
That has never been lit

The drawing itself being
Of a bewitching young girl
Surrounded by a field of purple flowers
And the picture was entitled, That haunting lavender

There always remained that desire
To revert back to the place
Where the smell of lavender once captivated him
If only for one time
He had to see that house again……………..

Wintertime now,
The young artist found himself
Passing through old familiar territory
On a brisk Tuesday afternoon
Sebastian gazed up to a window
In a still vacant apartment
Where it all began
Flakes of snow ascended down
Landing on his hair and face

That haunting lavender
Would never be forgotten
He could feel her peering out
Through the bedroom window
The apparition wandered when Sebastian return



You can't help when passing that old apartment building
On the corner of Franklin and Rose avenue but to stop
And stare and at the same time, to tremble a bit in reaction
To feeling the eerie sensation the structure so readily
Radiates, many have wandered about its past, and what
Hideous secrets lie within…………………..

It was snowing exceedingly heavy
On that fateful day
The newlyweds moved
Into their first home
A place where Alexandra
Believed dreams would flourish

However, the coldness of that day
Along with the cloudy overcast
Due to the vicious snowstorm
Was an undetected omen
Gone unnoticed by the new wife
But she should have foreseen it
Funny how love can blind you

Indeed in the beginning
The first few months proved blissful
Darren her husband
Worked diligently on their business
The selling of exquisite gems
And fine scented perfumes

Alexandra busied herself
Painting beautiful portraits
Of places she longed to see one day
When finances were more lucrative
But, the foreboding sensation of loneliness
That echoed about the air
Continued to remain unacknowledged

A good devout wife
Darren showered her with gifts
Especially bottles of fine expensive lavender
Even that ominous air of perpetual solitude
And cold hovering around was easily disregarded


One snowy eve
She found herself alone
At the dinner table
Her portraits on the wall behind
Began to mock her
As she could feel them
Attempting to speak and convey some sinister

The following night while lying in bed
She drifted into dreamland
The aroma of lavender
Permeated her sinuses

Upon waking, she felt very cold
A sound from the dining room
 Drew the newlyweds' attention
Darren held a bottle of perfume
He was apologizing a loud
For slowly administering poison
Into your perfume
But, I needed the money
Now you are dead

Alexandra watched enraged
As he removed her art work
Off to a dealer for a sale
To resurrect the business
His wife had to die
For he knew she would never
Part ways with these pieces

Rip his hair out!
Claw away at his eyes! !
Tear his very heart from his icy chest! ! !

But all the ghost could do
Was to stand by helplessly
And observe this horrific moment
Silently, so silently
She had been so cheated
Only twenty two years of age
How could life be so merciless?
And she vowed
Someday, revenge would be hers………..................


Darren lies in bed one night
Staring into the darkness
At the remaining picture
Of a field encompassed with lavenders

The room suddenly grew icy cold
The smell of lavender
Etched its way through the atmosphere
And the ghastly pale face of the deceased
Became visible in the field of blossoming flowers
Her violet eyes burning with anger
The panic stricken man groped for a light
The storm had affected the power
Hence leaving the entire residence
In a gripping darkness
Frantically, dressed in night time attire
The murderer fled for the stairway

The pungent scent of lavender
Became asphyxiating while in a frenzy
To escape the apparition who came to collect
In is haste a step was missed
He went spiraling head first down
The worn old steps to meet his grisly end

Silence ensued the halls
And traveled through the walls
That familiar sensation of loneliness
Returned to occupy the now vacant apartment……………..


Years will pass
Families would come and go
Boys grew into men
And girls into woman
Seasons would change
As Alexandra quietly roamed
The rooms of her castle of dreams
Now a dungeon of gloom
Silently biding her time

Waiting for the day
A handsome young man would arrive
To take up residence
In the summer of two-thousand six
Newlyweds Sebastian and Sharon
Moved into the old dank apartment
The phantom watched
As they approached, somewhat
Looking the same way her and Darren had looked
On their first arrival

The man was a stunning image
Of what her unhappy spirit
Had been so longing for
All these reclusive years

She observed him set up an office
In what was once her bedroom
She would remain in the darkness
Of the shadows for now
When the time was right
She would flood the halls
With the scent of that haunting lavender

His wife did not stand a chance
Because one day Alexandra would claim him
He dipped his brush in paint and began
To draw his picture………………………………………….

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