I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us...
Kate ChismanStichwörter: fear love soul heart horror crying togetherness fright stalking lovers cry together ghost frightened ruined stalker love-story stalked
In the dark behind the glare of the television, like a mannequin behind it, I could see a silhouette and it wasn’t moving. It was maybe six foot high with its shoulders hunched and I blinked to make sure it was real. The TV fuzzed grey and white and black and I had a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow away. “Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.
Kate ChismanStichwörter: night horror haunted girl ghosts nightmares stalking terror nightmare ghost scary frightened stalker scream frightening haunted-house
The chandelier was wearing on its rubber support and the crack at the side of the ceiling hold was getting bigger. “One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.
Kate ChismanStichwörter: fear kiss heart night horror haunted girl nightmares terror ghost horror-romance haunted-house ghost-stories
The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down behind the water pipes.
Kate ChismanStichwörter: horror haunted ghosts fright terror ghost frightened haunted-house haunted-houses horror-story
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