The lady in white
A footstep had woken Melanie up. She turned her head to look at her bedside clock. 1:23 was too early to wake up. Just as she was nearly asleep, she had a glimpse of a hand.A hand that wasn’t her mum’s, or dad's.
A white glow illuminated the room. At the centre of the room was a woman, in her early twenties. A tall, proud figure, with silver skin and platinum blonde hair. She was wearing a timber wolfskin coat.
The other shade, other than extremely light colours, was a bloodred neck with a hangman's rope around where a necklace would traditionally be worn. “I am here to warn you.” the lady slurred.
“Who are you? And WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?” Melanie screeched.
“As I said, I am here to warn you.”
“About what?”
“A terrible force greater than mankind’s strength and wits put together!”
“Wow.”
“Yep.”
“No, I didn’t know you were so passionate about extreme pranks.”
“THIS IS NOT A PRANK!” raged the lady.
“It is so. Anyways I don’t know you. What’s your name? I’m Melanie Skirtz. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Maria Silvergem. Surely you’ve heard of me. The wife of Andrew McArvin?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll tell you my story.”
“Ok. Get started in thre-”
“Not that long ago, in the sixteenth century-”
“Wait, your FIVE HUNDRED YEARS OLD!?”
“No. I’m twenty-three.”
She is a ghost, and she’s been around for five hundred years, but since I haven’t studied ghostology yet, I cannot really place an age on this ghost. Melanie thought.
“Well, you’ve been around for five hundred years. Carry on.”
“So, I’ll share my last memory. My husband led an expedition into the depths of the Earth and eventually found a cavern full of a diamond-like substance, never before seen. Andrew called it Marium, after me, and took a gem from the cavern. It was a silver gem, hence my nickname. But ‘Marium’ was meant to be left untouched.”
“What happened next, Maria Silvergem?” pushed Melanie, with a tone of disbelief in her voice.
“Andrew took the gem back up to the surface and gave it to me as a present. That night, I had a terrible dream. I was falling into a body of water. I dared open my eyes and looked down. I saw a hangman’s rope the colour of blood, and my neck was too. I tried to scream, but instead, I engulfed a gallon of water. Then I woke up, realizing I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t understand that dream.”
“How did you become a ghost then?”
“I was walking over a bridge and it collapsed while I was walking on it and I fell into the stream below. The stream was deeply polluted, with a log, and it cut my throat. A lasso hooked over my head and got caught on something. That’s my terrible story. I am warning you about the weirdness of the world and to watch your step. Otherwise, you could turn into me.”
Melanie couldn’t believe it. “Maybe I am a ghost, but ghosts don’t exist. And if they do, then that would be the second weird thing that has happened on Earth. I have seriously just been resuscitated by the forces of who knows what in your bedroom.”
Melanie went to sleep again but didn’t expect to wake up to the sound of seagulls and crashing waves.
“Thing number three,” noted Melanie.