GHOST!LISE | starter for @ashencreature
She often found herself here. Though they had cleaned the sheets and moved the furniture slightly, the room was much the same as it had been when she had died; it made it hard for her to tell how much time had passed. Still, she knew that it had not been long. It was easiest to tell by the growth of her son. The changes in him were more obvious; his father and aunt seemed to not have changed at all.
Though she couldn’t recall when, at some point the household had changed, too. There was a new woman, a pretty young thing, and Lise supposed she must be her husband’s new wife. It was harder and harder to remember the faces she had known, but still this young wife seemed utterly dissimilar to anyone she had met in life. She was here now, checking something in the room, and Lise studied her. Was she happy? Did she make her husband happy? (Which question troubled the spirit most? She did not know.) Lise stirred slightly, and a cold breeze ruffled the bedcover.