Lying in the darkness, her back arched in a comfortable position, she could hear the wind blowing, banging impatiently at the window panes. Unfocusedly, she brought her eyes to her husband, who lay snoring beside her.
The moonlight shone radiantly on her, and with much annoyance she turned away, having no desire to seek the immense bright light. The wind moaned, and blew softly. It sounded so human to her ear, but she washed the thought away. Why. Her mind was surely playing tricks on her! She pulled the duvet closer and nuzzled her chin against it. Her features were striking in the moonlight, the pale blue eyes blinking rapidly with much sincerity; the luscious white skin pressed against the fine silk of her nightie was without doubt a sight to admire.
The tapping on the window pane drew her attention. She froze dead at what she saw. As quick as lightening, she stealthily walked towards the window sill. She pressed her nose hard on the window, and she gasped, not believing what she saw. A spirit wandered as lonely as a cloud upon her husbands well grown coffee plantation. With great anxiety as to not disturb the restless spirit, she backed away. Suddenly, the spirit began to look cautiously around. Its beady black eyes fastened on her gaze. With a roar of disapproval, the creature lunged in her direction. The window shattered into pieces, and she backed hurriedly out of the room. Silently, the spirit followed. Her legs were numb with weakness as she looked at the spirit, frightened.
It advanced towards her. She fainted as she recognised the face of her only child, Stacie Blackman. The face though, wasn’t smiling sweetly at her. Stacie’s face looked like one of a wrinkled carrot, vicious and detested. Stacie’s hands began to squeeze at her throat. With her best efforts, she tried to stop Stacie. But she could not. She was dead.
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The moonlight shone radiantly on her, and with much annoyance she turned away, having no desire to seek the immense bright light. The wind moaned, and blew softly. It sounded so human to her ear, but she washed the thought away. Why. Her mind was surely playing tricks on her! She pulled the duvet closer and nuzzled her chin against it. Her features were striking in the moonlight, the pale blue eyes blinking rapidly with much sincerity; the luscious white skin pressed against the fine silk of her nightie was without doubt a sight to admire.
The tapping on the window pane drew her attention. She froze dead at what she saw. As quick as lightening, she stealthily walked towards the window sill. She pressed her nose hard on the window, and she gasped, not believing what she saw. A spirit wandered as lonely as a cloud upon her husbands well grown coffee plantation. With great anxiety as to not disturb the restless spirit, she backed away. Suddenly, the spirit began to look cautiously around. Its beady black eyes fastened on her gaze. With a roar of disapproval, the creature lunged in her direction. The window shattered into pieces, and she backed hurriedly out of the room. Silently, the spirit followed. Her legs were numb with weakness as she looked at the spirit, frightened. It advanced towards her. She fainted as she recognised the face of her only child, Stacie Blackman. The face though, wasn’t smiling sweetly at her. Stacie’s face looked like one of a wrinkled carrot, vicious and detested. Stacie’s hands began to squeeze at her throat. With her best efforts, she tried to stop Stacie. But she could not. She was dead.
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