I'm bound up in my sleep, gagged as to keep me from screaming when I awake from the way I shift around in the trunk of a spirit's vehicle. I slide side to side in pure darkness — hidden just out of view of the humans around us. The ride is long and terrifying as my poltergeist knows I'm petrified of things I cannot see.
But soon, I'm freed from my cage.
The restraints are tight and push into the my skin as I'm lifted up and tightens with each movement. I jump when the trunk is slammed and while I'm dragged across the ground to somewhere shivering cold; stones gather up in my sleeping gown, tangling in the lace and slipping into the slippers hastily thrown on my feet. It's the haunting ground of my ghost: its location hidden from me. I feel the feeling of stairs pushing into my back as it pulls me up them, whispering gentle affirmations to me.
« Just a little further, my angel, you'll enjoy it. »
« Does it hurt ? I'm sorry, but you'll need to endure it for just a bit longer. »
Until I hear the relieving
« Here we go, this is good. »
But I'm not freed from my restraints, only loosened enough to encourage me to struggle and fight against them. I have to free myself without my darling poltergeist's help and, when I am free, they're gone. Off to haunt.
Banging. Hurried footsteps. Whispers. Laughter. All leading me through the abandoned building my ghost chooses to call their "spot". Through the moonlight I have to guide myself around, following their clues. My flesh trembles. From their frigid location and the ways they play at my fears, calling for me from unseen locations. Their voice is my solace - my lantern shining in the darkness.
« Angel~ I'm right here. »
I run into an empty room, looking around for their visage. Nothing.
« What a stupid little bunny. Over here, angel. »
Room after room until I'm lost before the final room has a shape in the darkness, bright eyes staring at me with a hunger. A hunger that terrifies me. Like the prey animal I am, I turn tail and run from them — the sound of footsteps and my quick, wispy breaths filling the once dead air around us. My footsteps are accompanied by their own, outpacing me easily. Before a scream can escape my maw, it's covered, and my throat feels pressure from the hand of my poltergeist. They lay me on the ground, digging their claws into my cheeks, and begin to haunt my flesh. Flesh that's rightfully theirs.
