Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 12:47:40 GMT -5
I would say this is G, I think it fits the criteria, but it does include murder, so, be warned!
Based of Neil's song, Candlestick.
~*~
Neil stood in the kitchen, waiting for her. Like every morning for the past 15 years. A moment later, a woman clad in plaid pajamas and a silk robe came striding down the stairs to get her coffee started.
“Good morning, love.” Neil said. She didn’t reply, just went about getting the coffee grounds and pouring them into the machine. “Sleep well?”
She yawned.
“I’ll take that as a no, then.” He said. She went about struggling to open the canister of sugar, nearly growling with effort. “Here, let me.” Neil said, and came up behind her to unsnap the top. She jumped so much when he did, that she dropped the container on the floor where is shattered.
She cursed under her breath and ran out to get a broom and dustpan. “Sorry, love.” Neil told her as he watched her bend down to sweep it up. Her foot moved forward and stepped right onto a large shard of glass.
“Ach!” She cried out as she landed on her backside. Tears pricked in her eyes as she examined her wound.
“Aribella!” Neil rushed to her side to cradle her back. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, but then just hit the wall.
He kept it there though, his hand going right through her shoulder. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He could still feel her, if only just. Like a warm gust of air.
She stopped and turned to stare at her shoulder. There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. But it felt like there was someone cradling her. Her skin erupted in goosebumps.
Her breathing came out in tiny gasps. She was terrified. Then she sighed.
“Aribella…” She murmured, putting her head into her hands. “What’s happened to you? What, do you think there’s a ghost here?”
Neil laughed.
She heard.
Her eyes went huge and she looked back and forth, but there was no one in the kitchen, no one in the house. She was alone. “What’s the matter with me?” she asks, laying back on the floor to stare up at the ceiling.
Neil hovered over her with a smirk. He remembered when the roles were reverse. When he was the one laying in his own blood on the kitchen floor and she stared over him.
An accident, she had claimed as she sobbed over his body, checking his pulse to be sure he was indeed dead. But he had seen her smirk as she’d turned on him with the knife. Even when his heart stopped beating, he watched as she wiped away crocodile tears and packed up his stuff. She’d drove away to ditch it all at the dump. She’d buried him in the backyard.
And when she thought she’d seen the last of him, she went on a long vacation to Florida.
Neil had waited ever so patiently in the house. He couldn’t leave it. His spirit was tapped there, but what did he mind? It gave him time to plot. And if he couldn’t leave the house, then neither would she.
Perhaps this sounds maniacal…as maniacal as killing someone? No, she may have murdered him, but Aribella was his love. His wife, his friend, and while he was still breathing, his life. Oh, and how he still loved her. And he would still be around. And she'd know everytime she head a sound.
So, he would wait however long it took, for the day that she would die as well, and come to join him. And there they would be, forever in that house. Together.
And there would be no escaping him then.
THE END
Based of Neil's song, Candlestick.
~*~
Neil stood in the kitchen, waiting for her. Like every morning for the past 15 years. A moment later, a woman clad in plaid pajamas and a silk robe came striding down the stairs to get her coffee started.
“Good morning, love.” Neil said. She didn’t reply, just went about getting the coffee grounds and pouring them into the machine. “Sleep well?”
She yawned.
“I’ll take that as a no, then.” He said. She went about struggling to open the canister of sugar, nearly growling with effort. “Here, let me.” Neil said, and came up behind her to unsnap the top. She jumped so much when he did, that she dropped the container on the floor where is shattered.
She cursed under her breath and ran out to get a broom and dustpan. “Sorry, love.” Neil told her as he watched her bend down to sweep it up. Her foot moved forward and stepped right onto a large shard of glass.
“Ach!” She cried out as she landed on her backside. Tears pricked in her eyes as she examined her wound.
“Aribella!” Neil rushed to her side to cradle her back. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, but then just hit the wall.
He kept it there though, his hand going right through her shoulder. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He could still feel her, if only just. Like a warm gust of air.
She stopped and turned to stare at her shoulder. There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. But it felt like there was someone cradling her. Her skin erupted in goosebumps.
Her breathing came out in tiny gasps. She was terrified. Then she sighed.
“Aribella…” She murmured, putting her head into her hands. “What’s happened to you? What, do you think there’s a ghost here?”
Neil laughed.
She heard.
Her eyes went huge and she looked back and forth, but there was no one in the kitchen, no one in the house. She was alone. “What’s the matter with me?” she asks, laying back on the floor to stare up at the ceiling.
Neil hovered over her with a smirk. He remembered when the roles were reverse. When he was the one laying in his own blood on the kitchen floor and she stared over him.
An accident, she had claimed as she sobbed over his body, checking his pulse to be sure he was indeed dead. But he had seen her smirk as she’d turned on him with the knife. Even when his heart stopped beating, he watched as she wiped away crocodile tears and packed up his stuff. She’d drove away to ditch it all at the dump. She’d buried him in the backyard.
And when she thought she’d seen the last of him, she went on a long vacation to Florida.
Neil had waited ever so patiently in the house. He couldn’t leave it. His spirit was tapped there, but what did he mind? It gave him time to plot. And if he couldn’t leave the house, then neither would she.
Perhaps this sounds maniacal…as maniacal as killing someone? No, she may have murdered him, but Aribella was his love. His wife, his friend, and while he was still breathing, his life. Oh, and how he still loved her. And he would still be around. And she'd know everytime she head a sound.
So, he would wait however long it took, for the day that she would die as well, and come to join him. And there they would be, forever in that house. Together.
And there would be no escaping him then.
THE END