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She stood at the foot of my bed, wearing a long white dress that flared at the bottom. She had brunette hair that reached to just below her shoulders and she was covered in blood. I sat up staring at her. I saw that the walls of my room were as crimson splattered as her dress. The woman stared at me in accusation.

I stared back in horror. I was speechless. The woman continued to stare at me in angered silence. Refusing to take my gaze from this midnight intruder I slowly moved my hand searching for my phone. The woman’s head snapped to my moving hand and she screamed at me.

I jumped up from my bed throwing myself into a corner of the room my heart pounding in my chest. The ghostly figure glided over to stand in front of me. With one final wail the women disappeared.

“Wha-What the hell was that?” I whispered to myself. I was trembling from the experience.

I stared at the spot the woman had been standing. I was ready to call the cops. I looked to my walls and I began to feel queasy. There were still stains on the wall. I walked forward to stare at the blood stain. I ran a finger down the wall. It felt dry.

“What?” I was in complete shock. There was no blood on my finger. I glanced up to a bare wall with no blood.

I shook my head, making my way back to my bed.The alarm clock next to my bedside read 6:00am. I groaned. It was time for me to get ready and head to work. I work for a paranormal newspaper company. I arrived at work 10 minutes before scheduled as I practically raced from my house and the encounter I had just experienced.

I made my way to my cubicle and sat down. Turning on my computer I eagerly waited for the screen to load.

“Jason, you’re here a little early.” My boss Victor came up and patted me on the shoulder, offering me a hot mug of coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I mumbled taking the mug from him and nodding my thanks.

“Well I wanted to tell you I’ll need your article by Friday so we can begin printing next weeks paper.”

Victor walked off and I turned my attention back to the screen.
I froze.
The woman from last night stared back at me through the computer screen as though she were trapped inside it. Her brow furrowed into the same glare of anger.

I jumped out of my chair. The sight of her blood shot dead eyes staring daggers at me. Glancing around I made sure no one had noticed my behavioral change. One of the advice column writers stared at me, an eyebrow raised in interest.

“Saw a spider.” I said. The writer chuckled slightly and returned her attention to her own computer.

I looked back to my computer and saw that familiar Windows logo light up the screen. I sighed in relief.

The woman didn’t bother me for the rest of the work day. I spent my work day writing an article about how and why people are haunted. At the end of the day I was looking forward to going home and crawling into my bed. I badly needed the rest.

Waiting outside for the evening bus to take me home I felt eyes on me. Someone was watching me. I looked around at the sidewalk but both sides proved empty. Looking across the street I could barely make out a womanly figure. She seemed to be staring at me. She pointed at me and mouthed something. She wore a white dress.

She didn’t look happy.

At that moment the bus arrived. I walked to the back and sat down, staring out the window to find the woman. She was no where to be seen. I sat back now very troubled by today’s sightings.

I was extremely grateful to reach home. I didn’t go in. I went around back and headed to the forested area that sat behind my house. I got deeper and deeper in until I could no longer see my house through the surrounding trees.

I walked over to the large oak tree. To the woman that was hanging there by a rope wrapped around her slender pale neck. Her blood had dried over and I could now see the puncture marks from the knife. Her glossy eyes stared at me in anger and betrayal. She had every right to seeing as I’m the one who killed her.

I looked into her eyes, kissed her gently on the lips.

“Honey, you really need to leave me alone.”

I cut her free from the rope and lowered her into the grave I had been digging over the last week. Her eyes continued to glare at me until the dirt finally obscured her from sight. The hole now filled, I walked with the shovel and placed it in the shed on my way into the house.

It was dark now. The filling of the grave had taken longer then I expected. I made my way into the bedroom and got in to bed.

Crack! The sound of the thunder awoke me. The room was pitch black and I could hear the soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof. I tried to turn on the beside light. Click. Nothing.

The power was out. A bright flash of lightening lit up my room. Standing before me was my dead wife. Her ghostly eyes were murderous. She had a knife in her right hand and she grinning malice.

Blackness.

Another flash.

She was on the bed now, her legs straddling mine. Her weight pressing down on me, pinning me to the bed.

Blackness.

Another flash of lightening.

The knife my wife held plunged down towards my chest in slow motion.

I screamed.

The knife pierced my flesh. Plunging straight into my heart.

As I coughed up blood and felt my heart give one feeble attempt at beating my wife began laughing hysterically in triumph.

“Till death do us part.” She whispered.

Description
She stood at the foot of my bed, wearing a long white dress that flared at the bottom. She had brunette hair that reached to just below her shoulders and she was covered in blood. I sat up staring at her. I saw that the walls of my room were as crimson splattered as her dress. The woman stared at me in accusation.

I stared back in horror. I was speechless. The woman continued to stare at me in angered silence. Refusing to take my gaze from this midnight intruder I slowly moved my hand searching for my phone. The woman’s head snapped to my moving hand and she screamed at me.

I jumped up from my bed throwing myself into a corner of the room my heart pounding in my chest. The ghostly figure glided over to stand in front of me. With one final wail the women disappeared.

“Wha-What the hell was that?” I whispered to myself. I was trembling from the experience.

I stared at the spot the woman had been standing. I was ready to call the cops. I looked to my walls and I began to feel queasy. There were still stains on the wall. I walked forward to stare at the blood stain. I ran a finger down the wall. It felt dry.

“What?” I was in complete shock. There was no blood on my finger. I glanced up to a bare wall with no blood.

I shook my head, making my way back to my bed.The alarm clock next to my bedside read 6:00am. I groaned. It was time for me to get ready and head to work. I work for a paranormal newspaper company. I arrived at work 10 minutes before scheduled as I practically raced from my house and the encounter I had just experienced.

I made my way to my cubicle and sat down. Turning on my computer I eagerly waited for the screen to load.

“Jason, you’re here a little early.” My boss Victor came up and patted me on the shoulder, offering me a hot mug of coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I mumbled taking the mug from him and nodding my thanks.

“Well I wanted to tell you I’ll need your article by Friday so we can begin printing next weeks paper.”

Victor walked off and I turned my attention back to the screen.
I froze.
The woman from last night stared back at me through the computer screen as though she were trapped inside it. Her brow furrowed into the same glare of anger.

I jumped out of my chair. The sight of her blood shot dead eyes staring daggers at me. Glancing around I made sure no one had noticed my behavioral change. One of the advice column writers stared at me, an eyebrow raised in interest.

“Saw a spider.” I said. The writer chuckled slightly and returned her attention to her own computer.

I looked back to my computer and saw that familiar Windows logo light up the screen. I sighed in relief.

The woman didn’t bother me for the rest of the work day. I spent my work day writing an article about how and why people are haunted. At the end of the day I was looking forward to going home and crawling into my bed. I badly needed the rest.

Waiting outside for the evening bus to take me home I felt eyes on me. Someone was watching me. I looked around at the sidewalk but both sides proved empty. Looking across the street I could barely make out a womanly figure. She seemed to be staring at me. She pointed at me and mouthed something. She wore a white dress.

She didn’t look happy.

At that moment the bus arrived. I walked to the back and sat down, staring out the window to find the woman. She was no where to be seen. I sat back now very troubled by today’s sightings.

I was extremely grateful to reach home. I didn’t go in. I went around back and headed to the forested area that sat behind my house. I got deeper and deeper in until I could no longer see my house through the surrounding trees.

I walked over to the large oak tree. To the woman that was hanging there by a rope wrapped around her slender pale neck. Her blood had dried over and I could now see the puncture marks from the knife. Her glossy eyes stared at me in anger and betrayal. She had every right to seeing as I’m the one who killed her.

I looked into her eyes, kissed her gently on the lips.

“Honey, you really need to leave me alone.”

I cut her free from the rope and lowered her into the grave I had been digging over the last week. Her eyes continued to glare at me until the dirt finally obscured her from sight. The hole now filled, I walked with the shovel and placed it in the shed on my way into the house.

It was dark now. The filling of the grave had taken longer then I expected. I made my way into the bedroom and got in to bed.

Crack! The sound of the thunder awoke me. The room was pitch black and I could hear the soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof. I tried to turn on the beside light. Click. Nothing.

The power was out. A bright flash of lightening lit up my room. Standing before me was my dead wife. Her ghostly eyes were murderous. She had a knife in her right hand and she grinning malice.

Blackness.

Another flash.

She was on the bed now, her legs straddling mine. Her weight pressing down on me, pinning me to the bed.

Blackness.

Another flash of lightening.

The knife my wife held plunged down towards my chest in slow motion.

I screamed.

The knife pierced my flesh. Plunging straight into my heart.

As I coughed up blood and felt my heart give one feeble attempt at beating my wife began laughing hysterically in triumph.

“Till death do us part.” She whispered.