Friday, the 13th

**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.

© 2016

FFftPP, Week #20 – 2016

Photo prompt provided by https://pixabay.com/en/hand-spirit-dark-world-gateway-316639/

8 thoughts on “Friday, the 13th

  1. Wow, that would be extremely scary to see the boyfriend you loved in such frightening and gory way. Did she see his ghost for real, or did her imagination run away with her as the ghost was gone when the mother appeared? Also, why was her hair soaked?
    Great story. I think you could continue this with many possibilities.

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    • Good questions! 😉 first I was thinking she did see the ghost for real, but I think her imagination was running away with her.
      Her hair was soaked because she had just washed it and was still getting ready.
      Thanks – I agree this could take any turn now!

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  2. A story worthy of Friday the 13th! It’s hard enough to have your boyfriend come back from the dead telling you to join him but to have him appear as he died with a half-cracked skull and oh god, that’s creepy in so many ways. Well written felicia!!

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