The night sky explodes in a cacophony of light, hurting me deeply. Her ghostly form flickers like a candle flame in front of my eyes. Laughing harshly, her once soft lips curl into a scowl.
"You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Leaving me here, my corpse left to rot. You destroyed me!'
She lunges at my throat, her seemingly gorgeous face twisting into something grotesque. I scramble backwards, all the while trying to look straight at her.
"She'll get you if you don't..." The old man whispered in my ear not too long ago.
I try hard, but she is too quick. Her long, spindly, talon-like fingers scratch and claw at my right leg til they get hold. They create long, deep, wounds.
Agony and despair engulf me as a guttural scream makes it's way out my mouth, all the while my now leaking eyes stay fixed on her ghoulish shape. My painful defiance angers her even more.
"Why do you persist?!" she screams, shaking the forest around her. "Why do you insist to live, when fate says you must die?"
I grit my teeth and spit at her.
"It's your fault you died Tanya, not mine. I didn't dabble into the occult, you did. They buried your body here, and I came to pay my respects!"
She shrieks like a panther in the night, and digs her talons into my torso. My screams turn primal as my eyes roll back into my head. As soon as this happens, she consumes my body.
I wake with a start the next morning, shaking off what seems to be a bad dream. My right leg and torso feel unbelievably sore and I notice my bed is feel wet.
I lift off my coverlet. My bed and my PJ's are stained scarlet with my blood. I lift up my pajama top, and I see numerous pierce marks on my torso. I pull up my right trouser leg, and I see deep lacerations on my leg.
I gasp at the sight. Then, I hear that cold, harsh, laugh that I know so well.
I scream.
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