80 years ago, a young girl was raped and murdered on the shores of a beach in Forks. She becomes a ghost, which only the animals can see and hear. Now, she haunts that shore, whispering poetry into peoples minds and swimming with the fish. But, when she finds that only different people can see her, to what extent will she go to to get one of them to find her body and let her rest in peace?
You never know, she might get side tracked along the way...
A wee bit of lemons, but in a sweet, fluffy way.
3. Chapter 3
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I spent a couple of years wandering the shores, whispering poetry in people’s ears and swimming with the fish. It seemed that cold blooded animals could feel my presence (sometimes even seeing or hearing me), but warm blooded animals could definitely see me.
Whenever I walked by the forest, I could see the squirrels scurry away as though a real live person walked by. I laughed at this, finding it quiet lovely. I had never really felt so blessed to be seen and heard. Soon, I had gained the trust of most of the animals in the forest, except the wolves. They always stayed away from me.
After 50 years, I had grown restless. Walking around the beaches and around town for all these years had grown quite tiresome. I had memorized the entire towns layout, and searching the areas that were new. Sometimes, I’d follow interesting people.
It was sort of like watching a movie, when ever the man proposed I would gasp, whenever someone died I would be sorrowful. It was very interesting to me, watching the lives of other people. It made me realize that humans aren’t... well, special. That there are so many of us, all with different and the same stories, that you feel like you’ve seen it all.
Anyways, I prayed everyday, praying that God would pity me and let me go to Heaven. But, another 10 years went by, with nothing but a little more sunshine instead of the gloomy rainy weather.
I was becoming frustrated, but I knew this was probably a test from God, a test of my faith to him. So, I whispered bible verses into the beach goers and sang Church songs to the animals. I would always attend the church service every Sunday.
Sometimes, whenever the priest would walk past me, he would stiffen. Sometimes, on that rare occasion, humans could feel me there. It was always funny when they did, for their faces would turn pale and they’d shiver.
I thought my life would never change until I saw something. When walking around the woods by my beach I noticed a lone deer. I recognized it; fore it had these dark brown strikes on his ears. I walked over to it, happy that it recognized me as well.
I petted his head, murmuring sweet thoughts into his head. It was such a gloomy day, not a speck of light in the sky. Yet, as always, I felt the warm sun on my back and the cool ocean air on my face.
Suddenly, a white stone figure with long black hair pounced onto the deer. I was to startled to say anything, for it was so fast. I tried to figure out what had just happened.
Looking over to the west, I saw the creature run away with the deer on its back. I followed it, because I was a ghost I could go as fast as I needed to, and I needed to go fast to catch up with this creature. Was it human? It couldn’t be. It was too strong, too quick.
I followed it down behind an old tree trunk, to watch in horror as it bit into the neck of the deer, sucking out the blood hungrily.
The blood dripped around the ground, and the deer’s eyes turned pale. I had a chance to take a good look at the creature. It had the same bodily proportions as a human, but was completely different at the same time.
Edged pale body, strong menacing hands and eyes that could scare a wolf away. When he finished he ripped off his head, making blood flying around. I watched in horror. I had to do something, I just had to. I screamed.
It lifted its head, as if it heard a whisper. I clamped my hands to my mouth to cover my gasp.