Original Horror
Dark Silouhette
by Laurie
Kayla starred helplessly at the dark hallway. Her eyes were glued on the third story stairway.
A fading figure stood at the bottom step.
The male figure had a pasty skin complexion with blonde hair feathering a narrow face. Pale blue eyes glimmering with something beyond the living.
She starred at him unable to move, or even take her eyes away from him.
"I gave you warning, but you did not heed." He sneered.
Kayla moved back a step. Her long night shirt was pasted to her skin because of her consistent sweating.
Opening her mouth, she tried to say something back. Nothing came out. How could she possibly argue with a ghost? Who knows what powers he might posses.
Slowly he walked toward her. His steps synchronized with Kayla's heart; which was pulsing in her chest.
"William." She muttered.
Kayla remembered the stories she had been told about her aunts house. About the evil ghost that haunted it. She recalled his name from old newspapers in the attic. How he'd been murdered in the very house she was in. Up on the third floor, where his room stood.
There was no mystery in his death. An enraged enemy killed him for his overwhelming wealth. Which did the man no good. He was killed a week later for manslaughter.
William was standing only feet away from her, coming closer.
Kayla backed away, but came in contact with a wall. There was no where she could run; no where she could hide.
She sank down onto the floor, and pulled her knees to her chest. Her hands were clutched tightly together around her knees.
William towered over her, looking fierce. His eyes shown only a hatred beyond death.
He reached out to her.
Her fear was becoming a harsh reality.
William's hands closed around her neck. His whole body seemed to be solid now, with no mist clouding around him.
Kayla said a silent prayer as his hands tightened around her neck.
Unable to breathe, she struggled. But she was no match for his strength. Her vision became hazy; then sunk into a dark silhouette.
She let out her last staggered breath, and slumped over. Evil had gotten the best of her.
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