Ghosted

Loved, something that I was. It was something that somebody was to me. Until we drifted. Well, until she killed me. She held me tight, I didn't see the dagger slip from her sleeve. I thought I was loved, but I was wrongly mistaken. So now I watch, from the hallway windows, waiting for the creaking stairs.

I watch her sleep, her untroubled face curling into her hair. I try desperately to warn every guy what is coming. Yet, sooner or later they join me. They watch along with me. One hides from the tubs water, one is screaming. I always beg him to be quiet, but he isn't. One refuses to eat, scared of what is in the food. One won't go into the room, and one refuses to watch anything.

We once knew our names, but what are they? We've lost them through the passage. Every time there's another one we try to call them something. I keep on feeling an ache in my stomach, it's always bleeding but what can I do? How can I fix it?

I peer through the walls, watching her. I can't remember her name. I can't hear what she's saying. How long has it been? How long has she been walking the halls with me? How long ago did her ghost kill me? Why is this house always out for blood lust?