A Fever Hallucination or Real Ghosts?
The little girl lay on the couch in the TV room. Her mother swabbed her forehead with a damp cloth. The fever had not broken in a couple of days and mom was at her wits end. No money to go to the doctor or get meds. St. Joseph aspirin remained the treatment. Her mother leaves the room to get more cool water and the things were back. Crouching in the corner. They were wearing cloaks - different colors. When she first saw them she thought her brothers had put blankets over their heads & were trying to scare her, but when she pointed to them her mother told her "nothing is there, sweetheart. It is just the fever playing tricks."
The beings stood up & started to approach the couch. She screamed. Her mother rushed in and she frantically pointed to the corner of the room. Her mother saw nothing, but the cloaked figures remained. Again her mother told her it was just the fever. As her mother swabbed her forehead again she drifted off into a fitful sleep. In her dreams she saw the cloaked figures outside hiding behind trees & then running to another tree to hide themselves. Then they were in the house looming over her. She awoke with a start - her mother dozed in the easy chair next to the couch. A cold cup of tea sitting on the table next to her. The little girl felt a little better - sweaty, but better. The fever had broken. No sign of the cloaked beings in the room, so her mother must have been right - all because of the fever. She snuggled down and fell asleep.
In the morning her mother was happy that the little girl was able to keep down some tea and broth. The girl was soon settled into her room upstairs and her mother went about running the household (getting her brothers & sister) ready for school. The girl laid in her bed consuming a mystery novel and hugging her ragged teddy bear. Just as she was getting to the good part, she heard a click - as if a door latch was opening. She looked up from her book to the closet. The door was ajar. Then she saw it open wider and she froze in fear. As the door swung wide open the cloaked beings moved towards her bed. She couldn't scream, her throat closed with fear. The figures kept moving towards her - their arms reaching out...
Just a story I typed up.
Looks like someone could add to it.
I was thinking that myself....be my guest.
I will have to come back to it when my creative juices are flowing.
But there are quite a few creative writers here who should love to finish this story. Like one of those stories where one person writes a few sentences then another carries on, etc
I know a couple that I would feel honored for them to add to the story.
TY, I love a good ghost story!
Hmm. I may have to think about this one and on Monday, I might be able to add to it.