Hello! I’m writing a Drabble of a concept that I like, uh ghost romance! Anyways onto the show!
Tags and warnings:mentions of the church, and unpleasant feelings surrounding religion, and overall ghost stuff.
Title:the happening (written by beeandpomegrante)
Chapter one of/??:the unexpected guest.
it was the middle of spring when i decided to visit Ireland, i thought it be nice to visit family and see the sights there, I’ve always wanted to go there for the countryside and lively traditions.
Settling in a sweet little cottage near the water, I soothed into the cozy seat that was the cushions of the chair, and watched the fireplace, in the evening I decided to explore the nature of the place.
In the evening it was a little cold, but nevertheless doable enough for me to walk, walking around I stood there watching the water swish against the rocks, but during my tracks I found something rather peculiar that I haven’t seen before. A church, it seemed abandoned wasn’t taken care of by anyone at all.
Opening the rickety doors hearing the old roars of it and the loud sounds of it closing. The church was quiet, dimly lit, seeing the age of the church and how unkept it was,
The church creaked like it was alive, aches and groans of wood underneath my feet were a-test to that, normally in churches I’ve felt unwelcomed, almost a sinner in the seats and most quiet voices telling me to “get out.” But not this one, no. It was ..different.
I gently sit in one of the seats, particularly in the middle. There was a presence next to me, indefinitely. I felt the chill in the air, bunching up my jacket and nuzzling my nose in the warmth of the coat. Suddenly a felt a touch, but nothing was there. Like a wisp of a hand touched my shoulder, but it wasn’t..frightening like tales of old and horror media told it. It almost felt like a friend,
A apparition of a man revealed himself to me, it seemed this spirit wasn’t malicious or anything terrible, just alone. I felt bad about it, no dialogue of words were spoken between us. Just silence, but somehow a quiet understanding of sorts, a look of concern fell over me as I saw a smoke of red coming from his cheek. It was supposed to be blood,but since he’s dead. Somehow,
