there’s this void under my bed. i like this void. it’s plastered to my wall. dark, skeletonian hands yearn to pull me through. i’d say under, but that wouldn’t make sense. it is plastered to my wall after all. the voices hiss and pry. gently swaying my mind to succumb to the dark abyss they provide. at first, i don’t struggle. my mind slowly swirling down a spiral at a pace barely noticeable. but then, a jolt hits me. a jolt like no other. red streaks my vision. crimson of blood on my hands. blood of whom? i do not have blood on my hands. none but mine. “you did this!” i yell to the void in my wall. it cackles, a malicious cackle. they are the reason! they are the reason i have blood on my hands! they deserve to die. die they must. i hurl myself towards the void. tearing at the unmoving hands as they try to pull me in. grasping at my thrashing arms and my writhing torso. pulling me through. 

it’s dark in here. sitting in silence as eerie eyes and bony hands form a wall around me. just about touching me. what’s the purpose of this void? a rope hangs down after much time has passed. or was it much? i can’t remember. i can’t remember anything before the void. once friendly and safe, now a cage. hands slowly scoop me up. i shiver at the coldness of them. my tears turning to icicles on my cheeks. they gently thread my head through the heavy rope, also cold. chillingly, but with no hesitance, they let go. allowing my frail neck to drop sharply onto the rope. i yelp at the first ounce of pain i’ve felt for a while. the first ounce of anything i’ve felt for a while. the whole few years it felt like i was in the void flash before my eyes. snippets of the sharp nails grasping at my arms, or the haunting voices whispering equally as haunting things in my ear. human life is so pointless. i think as my eyes glaze over. 

and that’s how i became a ghost that haunts the hallows! my eyes sunken and my neck cocked to one side. the broken bone pointing a hole through my decaying flesh. leaving a splintering rim of dried blood. i don’t remember much else. just the death of my mortal body. but that is why i now pull others into the void to join me. my bony hands reaching out for any sign of life. but still, i remain lonely.