It's our Deathday, Sister. Today, we'll play with a man who's had a longer life than we. |
Come Play With Us By xXx MissHaun†ed-MoonLigh† xXx Summary: Me and my sister, we shared the same birthday. And we shared the same deathday. And now, today, we will play with the stranger who has lived a longer life than we. ________________________________________ Come Play With Us She’s here. The chill is warning enough. Rusting windows Rattle In my ears And the candelabra swings freely. The darkness is consuming And I run to the curtains, Yanking them wide In terror. The moonlight. Sweet, blessed relief from The darkness. She filters in through the dust-covered glass And casts Eerie shadows across The grimy, carpeted floor. She’s watching me. With a sob of fear I bolt, Drowning in the moonlight as it Tears into my soul. There’s a howl from Beyond my family home’s four walls as wolves cry their horrified callings. But I’m lost to their terror. Running doesn't do me any good, not now. Not anymore. I’ve run too far. I’ve run for too long. Stumbling to a drunken halt on the landing above the staircase, My eyes are riveted To the hovering spectre of my once beloved Sister. And she smiles at me, Her innocent little face alight with joy and delight, Her once-sparkling auburn orbs Now dead but pleading. “Please, Sister. Come play with me.” I’ve ignored her for a year. And today, Her birthday – Her deathday, I can ignore her no longer. Feeling a frozen, phantom hand press Gently Between my shoulder blades, My heart Stops. Skipping Beats Before ceasing to thump Completely. And I’m lost. The stairs Vanish From beneath my feet, And as my nightdress billows out like a cape around me, The soft cotton fabric Moulded lovingly to my sweat-drenched skin, I know the end is nye. The stairs collide hard with my back, And the ghostly push becomes A hazy memory. As does the delighted chuckle of My dead sister, Who stares at me with joy, Tears trickling like ice Down Her Ashen Cheeks. Her laugh fades into blackness, And my life soon follows it, But not before my fading eyes Can see the truth. Her bright smile is infectious, And I Grin myself, As she fades away, her eyes bright And loving as she leaves me, Disappearing into the night, With nothing but the howling calls of the terrified wolves outside To suggest she was ever here. I died that day. But my life didn’t end. Not properly. Now I stand beside her, And we watch With excitement As a complete stranger visits the Manor in the Dead Of Night. He’s trespassing in our Family home. Our playground. And together, we play. Me and my sister, We shared the same birthday. And we shared the same deathday. And now, today, the day of our birth And the day We died, We will play with this stranger, Who up until now has lived a longer life than we. We want him to play with us. Which is why I’m standing here beside my sister, Watching with excitement as the moon Filters in Through his bedroom curtains And the wolves Howl in terror from outside. “Please, stranger,” we whisper As he bolts, Just like I did one year ago. “Come play with us.” |