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Ghost

I remember waking up one day to realise something was different. I remember lifting up my hands up to my face, only to realise – I didn’t have any. I couldn’t feel, but I could see. And as I lowered my ‘hands’ back down, a scene came to view:

A dark, eerie bedroom, littered with dolls whose hair had been ripped off; they had no eyes. Patterned cushions were strewn across the room; some had claw marks – others had padding half-wrenched out. A dull flicker of light was scattered about the room from the naked bulb set in a corner on a small bedside table, casting shapeless shadows on hidden objects. This bedside table had teeth marks imprinted along the edges, scratches on the sides. The four-poster bed, made of varnished wood, had its covers crumpled on the floor and half of its curtains ripped of the hooks.

But what I was most interested in, after scanning the room, was the girl.

A tiny girl, all frills and bows, was kneeling in the centre of the pink-carpeted room. She seemed familiar to me in a distant way, as if I had passed her in the street not long ago. Her small hands seemed to be fumbling, searching for something, yet her eyes didn’t do the same. Her eyes, deep, blue glazed eyes, were wide and round and unblinking. So much so, that I could see the reflections of the moving shadows created by the dull light. It seemed an eternity, observing her, pondering who she could actually be. I felt at peace, yet deep down I was internally disturbed. I felt something was about to happen, yet I couldn’t do anything about it; I was simply a bystander, unable to move – almost like I was staring through a window into a dolls’ house: I was not the puppet master.

BAM.

I blinked, and almost missed what happened. So suddenly, the girl was thrown across the room as if some monstrous, uncontrollable force had pushed her, and she slammed hard into the nearby wall and dropped to the floor, as vulnerable as a rag doll. (Ironic?) There, in the corner, the darkness started to consume her, gnawing at her feet. My mouth dropped open as if about to scream, but no sound came out. I just remembered.

That little girl. That was me.