Silent Ghost

Hi, my name is Maia. I roam the streets of Salem. Haunting what is left remaining. Have you ever heard of a white lady? That is what I am. I was burned at the stake, for my husband claimed I was a witch. And why? Simply because he thought I was having an affair while he worked.

Of course I had an affair! I was betrothed to a man thrice my age and no one even thought to ask me how I, Maia Northerend, felt! These people that I see today, in the old town square! They get to love who they want. Women get to love other women and men other men! Was it really so bad for me to want my own life?

I’ve been alone for so long, and my lover has passed on. I have nothing left to stay for. If possible I’d kill myself to get away from this. The only contact I get is with the red lady, but she’s quite crude. If I may say so. However she was my lover. Turned prostitute after my death. Betrayal. My lover had betrayed me. Having sex with many another. And forgetting about me.

She is no longer the shimmering lady I had fell in love with. She now wishes vengeance upon all who step into her old room. Especially the men. See my lover died a worse death than I. Strangled to death by one who was her client. I care little though. She stopped caring. Stopped caring for me and for her. Should she approach and ask for me back, I would turn her away.

Have you ever heard of a ghost being agoraphobic? Well that’s most of them. Not I, however. I love the streets, despite it being the cause of my blood shed. At first I was scared to step outside. Until I realized I could cause trouble. Im a poltergeist. A white lady, a ghost and spirit. It’s better than being human, but it is far more lonely.

It seems my stair case has arrived. I’ve been hiding from my feelings for so long. Facing it gave me a chance to escape.