**HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!**
I stepped closer towards the window, holding the edges of my dress to stop me from tripping over it. I cursed, nearly tripping in my heels. I should never have worn this outfit. I had to be down there in ten minutes, I thought, looking at the reflection in the window of my dripping wet hair that hung down the sides of my face.
Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air and the window was blown open. I staggered back a step, nearly falling over my long dress. Don’t let it rip, I thought, prayed, but then I didn’t care anymore. A nearly translucent hand reached in through the window, coming closer… closer.
“Come with me, Marilyn. We’ll leave them all behind.”
I had been waiting to hear those words my entire life, but now that I heard them, I flinched away, wanting to scream, but not managing any sound. It was the sound of my boyfriend’s voice. The one, who had died a few months ago in a car crash.
The hand inched closer towards me and now I saw his body too – a grinning, half-cracked skull, like the one they hadn’t wanted to show me, but I had forced them too anyway. Closer and closer he came, until I hit the wall behind me.
Then, finally, I let out a high-pitched scream. When my mother came running, the ghost was gone.
FFftPP, Week #20 – 2016
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