Invisible Presence

It’s been days since I’ve felt welcome in my own home. Why did you have to do a séance? I thought, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Since that night, a presence has plagued my every waking minute; even my dreams have all turned to nightmares.
From the dark circles under my eyes, there is no doubt that the lack of sleep is hindering my daily routines. I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind. I’m not alone.
The thread that binds me to reality is fraying, reality is no longer in my grasp. The house feels alive. Footsteps echo through the hallway when no one else is home, and I swear that figures are moving through the rooms.
This place is no longer safe. My sanctuary is in complete disarray. I need to get out while I still can…while I still can…

 

© Kristen Ricketts
Photo from Pixabay

Invisible

From Above

From above the clouds
Golden rays of sunshine find their way to Earth
Their warmth on my skin
I fantasize that this is your way of telling me that you’re still here
Watching over me like an unseen protector
This assurance blanketing me with hope
That one day we will reunite

© Kristen Ricketts 2018

Daily Prompt: Above

Premonition

I woke with a start.
The feeling of dread was overwhelming, like an icy hand gripping my heart. Outside, the sun had not yet risen; the pale bluish, white glow from the moon penetrated through the drapes. The quiet was almost deafening as I sat up, and put my bare feet on the freezing hardwood. Quickly scanning the room, I wondered why I was so overcome with fear.
Out in the corridor, the clang from the grandfather clock struck two; The Witching Hour, I thought as the chimes faded into the darkness. Immediately, as if having a premonition, I turned toward the door, and waited.
As if on cue, footsteps began on the far end of the hall. The sound increasing, I suddenly recalled being roused from my sleep every night since moving into this cabin. Tonight, however, felt different.
I listened breathlessly as the footsteps stopped right outside the room. With only the faint light from the window, I watched as a white mist began to materialize. The translucent particles began to take the form of a figure dressed in a vintage gown. From the bed, I could distinctly make out the long sleeves, and high lace collar; the fabric from the skirt billowing behind her. She continued forward, her gait struggled as if she were fighting against invisible ties.
Long, dark hair obscured her features from my view. Unable to move, I watched as she came closer. The temperature around me dropped with each step she took, and little puffs of my breath formed in front of my eyes with every exhale. Soon, she was standing right in front of me, her bony, pale hand reaching up to move the hair from in front of her face. I was mesmerized as she pulled the tendrils away; I was staring directly at myself…
I woke with a start.

 

© Kristen Ricketts 2018
photo from Pixabay

premonition

#amwriting

I lay awake
My mind conjuring up characters
Bringing their fictional lives to reality
Each day the tales unfold
As I write their lives down on paper
One line at a time
My soul into each one
Until their stories are complete

 

© Kristen Ricketts 2018

Conjure

Memories Abate

She pauses in the middle of the road
Decades have past since she stood in this spot
No longer is she the young headstrong girl in search of her destiny
Now, alone, she searches for herself
Bewildered, she remembers little of what remains in this small town
A breeze kicks up dirt
Her hair temporarily obstructing her gaze
And for a moment, just beyond her field of vision
The man she left all those years ago
But, as the wind dies down
Any remembrance of him vanishes
Again, she is alone

 

© Kristen Ricketts 2018
Photo from Pixabay

Bewildered

Creature Of The Deep

The waves break on the horizon. In the pale light of the early morning sunrise, a glimpse of a figure, indistinguishable against the dark water. As this scarcely seen creature cuts methodically through the water, skin the dark color of mud, reflecting the gleam from the sun.  Its mystical existence hidden from the world.

 

© Kristen Ricketts 2018
Photo from Pixabay

Creature-daily prompt

The Forgotten

A cold breeze blows through the corridor
Empty nothingness
The flames of the fire flicker
Barely casting heat into cold, damp murkiness
Silence louder than any thought
An icy caress the only reminder of existence
Alone

©Kristen Ricketts

Daily Prompt- Forlorn

Road Less Traveled

A long journey
Culminating with two routes
Torn between the road less traveled, and the well worn path
Always gravitating toward the uncomplicated
But not this time
I trudge on
Through the tangled vines and overgrown grass
Each step carrying me closer to my purpose
The foreboding feeling of failure
A constant feeling of inadequacy
An endless battle
The exhausting journey proving to be the most rewarding

 

© Kristen Ricketts

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