“Because I love you”
As I walked up the disused path towards the dilapidated house located in the secluded wood, the trees around me rocked violently in the thrashing winds, their branches reaching out like crooked hands desperate for flesh. The hinges squeaked as I forcefully pushed open the rustic looking front door. My lungs expanded and my nostrils flared as I breathed in the heavy musty smell; that seemed to linger in the atmosphere. There was a thick blanket of dust which coated every surface in sight. I stepped cautiously towards the centre of the room; the ancient floorboards creaked like they were moaning under the pressure of my feet.
My eyes were drawn towards a picture that was hanging askew on the bare wall to my right. The picture seemed to capture me, drawing me in. I was so engrossed I did not realise the gusts of wind which were making hasty movements around the already icy cold room behind me.
The blast of air awakened a pile of paper causing them to flutter around the room catching my attention. I stumbled across to the pieces of paper which lay again lifeless on the floor. A small screeching whine emulated from the top of the staircase. Collecting all the pieces of paper up, I disguarded them in a pile in the corner of the room. The screeching whining noise sounded again causing me to jolt from my kneeling position.
Curiosity pulsated through my veins. Pulling myself together I wandered to the bottom of the stair case. The banister was a dark expensive looking wood engraved in elaborate detail. I clasped my hand round the banister and warily walked up the stairs with the dust accumulating round my hand from the banister.
I had been running track all through high school and was just about to start my senior season. I had never been great, but good enough to make states last year in the middle distances. Up until this year our only coaches were your typical, out of shape, over the hill, middle aged women who only coached track because they were either mean old biddies who liked to boss around young women or were ...
I soon reached the top of the stairwell, my eyes wondered around taking in the sights of the slender hallway and the heavy doors that lead off from them. The floor was swamped in a think dingy carpet that hinted colour under the thickness of the mounting dust.
One of the heavy doors squeaked open on its own accord unleashing the sights within. I edged closer towards the door and in to the room. A dark figure sat in the corner of the dull subdued room.
“You came then” a soft womanly voice sounded. She stayed still. She sat in a big over imposing arm chair in deep ruby red. A long bony hand leant over the side grasping tightly on to a white lily. “Don’t be afraid my love. Come closer, come closer.”
Stepping further in to the room I managed to get a better view of the mysterious woman. Her face was obscured by a thin white veil which she slowly lifted to reveal herself. Her hair was up in a bun which was probably once neat, but now strands of hair fell loosely round her thin gaunt face. Her skin was a pale grey which only enhanced the greenness of her deep set eyes. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled encouragingly. She sat fully dressed in a white lacy wedding gown, which looked like it was smothering her. A couple of silent minutes passed as I stood there just looking at her.
I moved slightly back taking her in. “May I ask as to who you are?” The smile disappeared off her face; her eyes glinted a moment of sadness but then turned a darker bolder green.
“It is me your Juliana.”
“Juliana.” I repeated, I racked my brain yet the only Juliana I knew was my dead wife, but surely not…
“Yes. Your wife, Juliana.” She answered as if reading my mind. Her face was now contorted with agitation and hints of disappointment for my inability to recognise her.
“Yes of course how could I forget, my dear Juliana” her face relaxed again and her thin pale lips spread into a small smile across her face lighting up her eyes.
'Hello,' I stated as I hopped through the door to my grandparent's home without even a knock. My grandma looked up from the book she was reading in her cozy corner chair, 'Well, hello there' 'Where is grandpa?' I asked as I leaned down to brush my lips across the soft wrinkled cheek of my elderly grandma. 'Who's there?' a familiar deep, rough voice sounded from the next room. Smiling I skipped ...
Juliana rose up and glided towards me; placed her icy hands upon my cheeks and then kissed my forehead causing a shiver to bolt down my spine. “Of course you remember me. How could I have ever doubted you my love.” She whispered into my ear.
She moved back clasping her hands tightly round mine.
“I knew we would be together once more.” She again embraced me. Loosing myself within her I felt her body to start to entwine through mine which caused a small trickle of sweat to drip down my already damp forehead. Lost in memories of pure emotion I soon snapped to back to my senses, by Juliana softly drawing back.
“But… How? Your dead, you died” I stuttered unable to string a sentence together.
“I may have passed away but now we are back together as we belong.” Puzzled I prompted her to carry on. “My darling we have been separated for 5 years now, which is just too long. So now we shall be united once again and for eternity.” She then drew out a long sharp silver dagger that glinted in the half light; she raised the dagger steadily above her head and made a clear aim for my heart.
Promptly seeing the dagger aimed for my heart I made the conscious decision to run.
I made a hasty exit through door and down the elaborate staircase straight to the entrance. It was locked. My heart was hammering against my ribcage and the blood was draining from my face. Surely my dead wife had no real intention of assassinating me? My mind was blank and now sweat poured from my forehead. Exhausted I looked around for another means of escape. Nothing.
A cool breeze swept across the room as Juliana came gliding down the flight of stairs. “There’s no need to be afraid my love.” She murmured in her velvety voice.
In sheer desperation I made a final attempt of escape through a substantial chunky wooden door that I had not noticed earlier before. Using my strength I finally managed to open the door and with a sigh of relief I closed the door behind me yet I knew it was not over yet.
The room was cold and frosty and every wall occupied a full length mirror from the floor up to the ceiling. A vacant rope noose hung in the centre of the room menacingly. Looking deeper into the mirror I saw a dark stature swinging gently from the noose. Squinting and leaning even more towards the mirror, I managed to see the face of the poor victim who hung inactive from the ceiling.
I was looking for building 125 east 65th street, hoping that I would soon find any building looking like a museum. Finally, I came upon a building that looks like a rich brownstone in mid-Manhattan. I checked the address to make sure that my eyes were seeing correctly, and for sure, it was the correct place.I had to walk up a small flight of stairs and pass through a doorway that was open. I only ...
Terrified and shocked I jumped back from the opposing view that I had endured. The face looked familiar, too familiar, it was me! In the shadow of the background I could just make out the silhouette of Juliana. Scrambling back to my feet I tried to break out of the room but the door that had once stood was no longer there and had been replace by another daunting mirror.
I could feel my throat being constricted and my lungs begging for air but the clutching pressure round my neck was only getting tighter. I could begin to feel my head becoming giddy from the lack of oxygen and my eyelids were drooping heavily. There was nothing I could do to prevent my death. As I drifted into a seamless sleep, my last vision was that of f Juliana’s innocent smile etched across her face, looking down at me.
My body felt light and my hands were freezing cold. I was dead I was sure of it. In the corner stood Juliana acting oblivious to the cruel actions she has placed upon me.
“Why? I just want to know why?”
“Why? I will tell you why, here I am deserted, afraid and so, so alone. I would watch you laugh, joke and just live your life whist I was here dead and trapped. I was so jealous and envious of you, I craved your presence; I wanted you to join me.” Her eyes started welling up with tears about to drop. “So I had to kill you, so I could bring an end my torment of loneliness.” She spoke matter of factly with her eyes deep in thought. “I did it because I love you”