The Lace Curtain©

A Female Ghost Story

Written by American Author Sky Taylor

Act 1

The graveyard lay in the misted distance where one walks, visible only to Kayla who watches through The Lace Curtain....

The graveyard lay in the misted distance.  Kayla fingered the dingy lace curtain with high anticipation of catching a glimpse of the apparition that had appeared nightly for the last thirty days.

It had began on the first of the month.  This month.  This unusually hot and blustery October month.

 So hot the heat, that the streets of the city had erupted and potholes had overtaken the once, smooth strips of road.  Ancient trees had shriveled and withered away, leached from the earth before their time.  The lake was more like a boiling spring than a cool hole of comfort, and dead fish lay floating, poached and rotting.

When Kayla had first noticed the mysterious white wisp flickering about the graveyard, she had assumed it to be a firefly, for it was tiny and deft.  The following evening, an unsatisfied curiously drew her to the window and again she saw the sway of the light, a bit brighter than the night before on October first.

Act 2

The graveyard lay in the misted distance where one walks, visible only to Kayla who watches through The Lace Curtain....

The graveyard lay in the misted distance.  Kayla fingered the dingy lace curtain with high anticipation of catching a glimpse of the apparition that had appeared nightly for the last thirty days.

It had began on the first of the month.  This month.  This unusually hot and blustery October month.

 So hot the heat, that the streets of the city had erupted and potholes had overtaken the once, smooth strips of road.  Ancient trees had shriveled and withered away, leached from the earth before their time.  The lake was more like a boiling spring than a cool hole of comfort, and dead fish lay floating, poached and rotting.

When Kayla had first noticed the mysterious white wisp flickering about the graveyard, she had assumed it to be a firefly, for it was tiny and deft.  The following evening, an unsatisfied curiously drew her to the window and again she saw the sway of the light, a bit brighter than the night before on October first.

Act 3 Finale

She fell and resisted, only to be drug down the spiral staircase.  She heard screaming, recognizing it as her own - yet was aware that no one could hear her.  Her house was miles from town and she lived alone.  She knew no one, and no one knew her.

The gates to the graveyard swung open and Kayla was pulled roughly along, her body dragging against the harsh earth.  

Next, she was scooped up and tossed, landing with a thud directly beneath the glowing apparition.

"What do you - you want?" Kayla managed to drag out, keenly aware that her demise was near.  She was confused as her own voice echoed from the apparition with a haunting chill, "What do you - you want?"

 The apparition hovered above her, silent - glowing - faceless yet strangely familiar.  Kayla was startled as the wolf neared her, sniffed and then pushed her aside with his snarled muzzle - then stopped as if someone had tossed a bucket of ice onto his back!

A whine. Cowering....slowly ambling over to Kayla, dragging his hairy gray legs behind him to kneel beside her, as if she were his Queen....his master.  Her hands eagerly went to caress his fur, to touch his pelt, his whiskers, his clawed paws.

Realization struck Kayla, her eyes going to the floating apparition, the face now mirroring her own.  Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed and she was spiraled into the bowels of her former world filled with radiant heat, with sun-split clouds, with fields of flowering plants and trees and with lakes holding spawning fish and whose surface appeared as a bright sparkling mirror.

She suddenly understood everything.

Somehow, someway, she had become lost - separated from all that she knew, from her world. And it happened on this October night, this magical Halloween night, when myth begat a Queen and brought her magically home.  

It was the Year of the Rooster, October 31, 1313.

 

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