A Spooky Story
She was only three years old the first time it happened. She would later say that it felt like those bugs you see in mummy movies were burrowing under her skin. But that was just what she said to make herself feel better in it’s absence. And it happened a lot, back then, so she felt like her skin was constantly in motion. She got used to it, like a steady vibration. It happened when she was four, five, and six, and seven; all the way up until she was twenty-three. By then it had become sporadic. And then it stopped. And she couldn’t tell why. It had become like a friendly ghost, scary at first, but then she realized how nice it was to have it around when she was alone. And she wondered why it would suddenly disappear like that, when just the day before, she remembered summoning it from the dead by just thinking about it. She never had a name for it, like some apparitions are granted, but she sometimes associated it with longing, but that was way off. But she could still remember that first time, when she laughed and laughed as she was chased around the house by a small, orange kitten.
Note: I wrote this in ten minutes. I wanted to do something with ghostly similes.
Happy Halloween!
