Ashes of my past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
it's just a short story i came up with in an hour. It's a ghost story so i would love to get feedbacks on it.

Submitted: March 31, 2013

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Submitted: March 31, 2013




“Good night, son,” said my father as he turned off the lights. He smiled and closed the door behind him ignoring all of my complains. As the door closed, my room became completely dark. Nothing moved. I could hear nothing either, only my heavy breath pounding on the walls. I couldn’t take it. It was too much to bear.

But I had no choice. I couldn’t get up and just leave. But I would have to do something. I couldn’t go through another night like that. I picked up my phone and googled how to do it. It was hard but I could do it. I wouldn’t go through another night like that. I got up and opened my door smoothly. It was dark outside. I didn’t want to wake anyone up. So, I tiptoed to the kitchen using my phone. I got myself some salt and took it in a small glass without a single sound.  I snuck myself back to my room and closed the door silently.

I let out a breath of relief as I slumped on the back of my door. I looked around at my room. It was dark and I couldn’t see a thing. So, I turned on my room light. Everything was as it was. My small bed on the corner, the dresser pushed against the wall. My computer was beside it, turned off. I walked towards the balcony door and opened it. The cool breeze hit me like a wave and I closed my eyes feeling it. The air was fresh and soothing. It took me to a different world, a world where everything was fine. But as I opened my eyes, I was filled with regret again. I was still inside my messed u world. I sighed and got back to my work. I fished out the glass of salt and put on my table. It was a small amount but was enough hopefully. I didn’t know what to do after that. I sat on a chair and thought about it. It’s structure and features. It was grotesque and horrid. The first time I had seen it, I had almost cried. It had come in through the window, which was always open. It had dark red eyes that bled red and black teeth that still creeps me in my dreams. It wore nothing. It was naked from head to toe. Its body had nothing except flashy bones and dead hanging flesh. Blood dripped from its whole body. Its face was scary. A perilous smile always accompanied it.

It had reached out its hands towards me. I could do nothing but watch. Watch as it neared me. I had the urge to jump and run away. But my body hadn’t been answering to my orders. I had closed my eyes and had prayed. Finally it was too much for me to take. I had sucked in a mouth full of air and had screamed at the top of my voice. I still hadn’t opened my eyes when I had heard my parents barging in. They had thought that it was all a dream, but I knew that it wasn’t.

I closed my eyes as the memory flashed by. It was something that was stuck to me everywhere I went. I couldn’t go to school without thinking about it. Everywhere I had the feeling of fright that it could come out of nowhere. It had been ten whole years since it started and the thing came back every full moon.

I turned my head towards the open window. The full moon was glowing out in the night. I could see the moon was giving light to the dark street outside. It was a beautiful thing, but to me it was an omen of dire.

I peeled my eyes from it and looked at the clock above my bed. It read twelve. It was time. I sat up and started breathing heavier. I snatched the glass of salt from the table and kept it on my bed. I turned the light off and got up daringly on my bed. I took the salt and hid it under the sheets, close to my hand. I closed my eyes and waited. It seemed to me like half an hour when finally wind started blowing in hard. The curtains were flying. The table wobbled from the wind. My room seemed to shake. It’s time I thought, I thought. I opened my eyes and there it was. It’s ripped body glowing in the moonlight. It’s horrid smile on its lips. It was standing at the foot of my bed. It reached out its hand. My heart started racing. But I convinced myself not to be afraid. I clutched the glass of salt, but didn’t throw it. I waited for the perfect time.

It came in closer. Its bony hand inches away from my face. I knew it was time. I threw away my sheets and opened the glass. Just before throwing the salt, I whispered smiling, “Not this time.”

I threw the salt right at its face. As soon as the salt touched its face, it started to burn. Fire ignited from its body. The fire spread all the way down to his feet. I watched as it cringed on the floor. It’s smile fading with the fire. But my smile was growing with it. Finally the whole body turned to ashes. Nothing remained if it, only its memory in my mind, but other than that nothing more. The ashes were strewn on the floor. I didn’t want to clean it. I wanted it to stay there as a trophy so that I could prove it to my parents.

I dropped down to bed thinking that was the end. I would never have to face it again. That night I slept with a smile on my face.

The next day I got up and all of the previous night’s memory came back to me. I jumped out of my bed and ran out to my parent’s bed room. They were still sleeping. It was still early in the morning. But I didn’t care. I woke them up hurriedly and drew them back to my room. When we entered I pointed at the ashes without looking and said enthusiastically, “See, there it is. It’s the ghost’s ashes. Now you have to believe me.”

My father yawning asked, “What ashes?”

I turned my head towards the foot of my bed and saw salt. Salt was strewn all over the floor. But there were no ashes. I gaped as my mother said angrily, “How did you get the salt and why is it all over the floor?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was sure of the ashes. I had seen them with my own eyes. But there was nothing there except salt as I stood there with my parents.

“You will clean this up and we will have a talk about this when later,” said my father as they both walked away leaving me with inevitable question, was it real or was it all a dream?

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