“Don’t fear me boy.” He said. His voice smothered with stale blood that thickened in his throat. The air that escaped through his mouth carried with it the scent of death. This scent, so heavy in his lungs, made his breathing loud. He was a corpse ready to be alive.
The young man froze. The ghostly figure in front of him was not scary but had an eerily presence nonetheless. This figure was mystical. The hair on it kept floating as if suspended in thin air. Thin was its hair, its scalp wouldn’t have been able to carry any fuller hair. It carried itself on a cane made of pure silver. The writing on the cane was in an ancient dialect no longer known by man. He looked at the ghost with wonder and excitement.
“AAAAH!”
A rasp, hoarse voice announced its presence. From the shadows, a pale figure emerged. Its skin flaky and its lips chapped as the word left the mouth. It lingered on the word and slowly closed its mouth. It kept its eyes wide open. Tall and lanky, it stood close by the ghost leaning on its cane. Suddenly, the young man began to feel his bowels becoming loose.
“We’ve come far,” the leaning ghost said.
“AHHHHHHHH!” yelled the lanky ghost.
“We’ve come far to stop now. Listen boy,” the leaning ghost stepped closer to the young man.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” a second lanky paled, flaky ghost appeared from the right.
The room become dark. A cloud of navy blue encroached beyond the leaning ghost. The cloud spread slowing across the room. The two lanky flaky ghosts made their way around the young man. They stood by his shoulder. As lanky as they were, their presence over-shouldered him.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” the two lanky ghosts proclaimed in unison. They stretched their long, thin, bony fingers on his shoulder. Their gripped on his shoulder. The grip was strong. Firm. So powerful was the grip, he felt himself slowly sinking into the concrete floor beneath him. And even though he questioned whether will his life continue at this point, fear was not present.
The leaning ghost took a step back. He looked carefully at the young man. He raised his cane. The tip leaked a clear liquid. The liquid was odorless yet carried a potency that knocked the young man out. His mind was nowhere. Time and space had become one. In the moment, he felt nothing and nothing made sense. He was lost in his own mind.