G is for Ghost – #AtoZ2018

Her high heels make a rhythmic clickety-clack sound, which increases in tempo as she picks up pace. I love that sound her heels make. It’s like heartbeat… clickety-clack….thump-thump…

Ok! I’m not a despo! Please get that into your heads. If you cannot enjoy the different forms of music, well, I can’t help you!

The road is forlorn, despite the flickering street lights. Would it hurt her to pick a different route to go home?

She turns her neck and gives a furtive glance behind. She cannot see me, but it doesn’t hurt to be too careful.

I still remember her from that day – beads of perspiration like dewdrops on a porcelain doll, face frozen in fear, rivulets of gorgeous tears streaming from her eyes, her body restrained by the seat belt of the damaged car, I was sure I saw an angel right before my death.

I would have loved to fall onto her feet and profess my undying love, but I’m dead. The dents of her car bear witness to the fatal wounds in my body.

It’s been nearly ten months, but I’m still bound to her – soul and ectoplasm. At times, I feel that she can sense me, but all I’ve got is furtive glances like the one before.

I can see that she’s almost on a trot now. The reason is not me. There are three shady characters who have started following her from the last street corner.

They pick their pace, she starts running, they start their running…. Time to reveal myself…

Suddenly, they scream and start running in the opposite direction! I laugh grotesquely, not that anyone can hear… But I made sure the three did see a ghastly version of my mangled body from the accident.

She’s now at a gallop, not that it takes me any effort to keep up with her.

She breathes a huge sigh of relief as she enters her apartment compound. The watchman gives her dirty stares, remind me to scare the pants off him tomorrow.

I keep up with her till she reaches her apartment and changes for the night. Hey! Don’t blame me for the small pleasures I’m left with now.

I sigh as she goes to sleep.

This has been my routine for the past year, well except the one day I had to kill her husband for ignoring the signal and ploughing her car into me, killing me.

Good night, lovely one! I’ll be right here!

Note: changed slightly to amp up the creepiness 😁