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Xylem Rose


A girl who can see spirits finds herself at a crossroads with how to deal with the most recent one. Something is just not right about this situation…


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Haunted

I don’t know when this all started, I think I saw my first spirit when I was 6. Though to be honest I don’t know whether that was a real spirit or just a casual imaginary friend. That is what my parents always thought they were anyways, just some stupid baby hallucinations that would go away as I got older. Though they never did. I never grew out of it and even to this day they follow me everywhere I go.

The first true spirit I remember seeing was a man named Chris. He was in his early 20’s and was just as much of a partier as he must have been in the physical world. I don’t see what they physically look like but I get a rough estimate. Chris was an average white boy with blonde hair that had begun to brown itself. His build was lanky but he walked with huge confidence. He didn’t stay too long, just long enough to convince me that I was crazy. That was the first time I signed myself into the psych ward. I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t want it to continue. As of now, it's just a part of my life. In fact if I stopped seeing the spirits, I think I would actually go crazy. This stuff gives my life meaning, it's like the anchor to all my problems. Not only that but I no longer feel the fear of death, I know what happens after so why should I?

My most recent spirit was a woman named Carry. She was so kind, but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know if it was the fact that she constantly smiled at me or if it was because she always carried a knife around with her. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of her or anything. Luckily enough for me, the spirits can’t pass back through the physical world. So I really don’t need to worry about them harming me.

Anyways Carry is also very quiet, in fact I didn’t even notice her the first few times she came to visit me. When I did notice her though, my heart jumped out of my chest. I have not been jump scared like that in ages. She stood right behind me as I sat on my swivel chair, and as I turned around I was greeted with the tall knife wielding Carry. I don’t know why but my first reaction was to push her away from me. She just seemed so real. It was like she was actually standing there. Flesh and bones.

Though when I used my force to push her away I found myself falling through the woman. She never was there; not physically anyways. I knew immediately that she was strong, it was rare for a spirit to be able to present themselves as alive. I had never seen one that had so much detail. I could see the wrinkles in her worn cheeks as she smiled at me. Her teeth were yellow and cracking. You could tell she didn’t take very good care of herself when she was alive. I knew right then and there that I needed to help her. I needed to help her cross back over to the spirit world.

As I laid on the floor from the fall, I stared up at her rotting figure. It was genuinely disgusting. I could feel my stomach twist and turn and I forced myself to look down. I just watched the carpet as a few pieces of cat hair tumbled around it.

Help me. Please.”

At this point I was shaking, I couldn’t support my body and I just collapsed onto the ground.

Why won’t you help me?”

Her voice hissed at me, each word scraping my eardrums.

“Go away. Please. It hurts,” I groaned.

I said help me!” she screamed, and her soggy breath flowed against my neck.

“What do you want from me? How can I help you?” I growled as I tried to get up.

Without a second warning she let out another scream. I had never heard anything so loud. I crumbled back onto the floor and shoveled my arms into my ears in an attempt to muffle any of the sound. Eventually it got so loud and I couldn’t help but scream too. It’s not like I was trying to, it was as if my body was forcing it out of me.


Silence..

Slowly, I uncovered my ears and looked over to my left where she had been standing. She was gone. Completely vanished with no trace of any sort of trigger. I carefully lifted my body with my arms and slowly got myself back onto my feet. I wiped the dirt off my sweatshirt and took a look around my room. Everything seemed the same as when I first got there. Why would she leave so suddenly?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I put my hands at the back of my head and tried to just comprehend what had just happened. I had never experienced anything like this before. As I paced back and forth I felt something cold rush against my foot. Another shock is sent through my spine and my eyes shot down towards the object.

Woah.

I bent down slowly and got onto my knees. I reached my hand down and scooped the golden watch into my hand. Its glowing color shimmered in my eyes, as I peeled the rusting paint off the edges.

“This is beautiful,” I muttered quietly.

I picked my head back up and looked around the room one more time to make sure she wasn’t there any longer. When I saw that I was still alone in the room, I focused my eyes back onto the wrist watch. She must have left it there. Sometimes when a spirit is so strong and so desperate for help they can pass certain objects from the spirit world to the physical world. That would explain why she was screaming, and why her spirit vanished.

As I continued examining the watch, I noticed that the second hand was off by two intervals. I tipped the watch over to its side and stared at the rusting knobs to adjust the time. I attempted to twist it, but it was stubborn and refused to move.

Whatever.

It felt like an hour of playing around with the watch before I finally gave in. I shoved it into one of my desk drawers and collapsed onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, trying to put all the pieces together. Why was she so vivid? Why is the watch important to her? How could I help her?

I decided to give my brain a break and just rested my eyes. There was no use in giving myself a headache over this. With time I knew that the answers would surface. They always do.


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I woke up to a sharp pain in my side. It felt like a hot pan was actively being held against my skin, melting each and every cell. I thought I was going to throw up, maybe I was but either way I was able to hold it down. I didn’t dare put my hand to my side as I could only imagine the pain that would be caused by that. I rolled over to my side that hadn’t been hurting and let out a muted scream. Suddenly the pain peaked as I felt what I could only imagine to be claws piercing into me. I could hear my skin tearing slowly, and I could feel my bed become warm and damp with my blood. I couldn’t move, it was like I was paralyzed though I knew I could move if I wanted to. Some sort of mental block held me down as if there were chains holding me there. Still the burning continued, but eventually the ripping stopped. My whole body shook and with each quiver of my stomach brought horrific bursts of pain to my head.

I sat there for a while, truly doing nothing. I stared at the wall as my body rusted to the bed. At this point I didn’t feel much pain anymore, rather I felt my body become empty. I felt every last drop of my blood as it slowly painted my back. I wasn’t sure how long I had been there, all I knew was that my room had flooded with darkness multiple times now. So it must have been days.


I don’t remember how long I sat there until I finally heard another sound. It had reached the point that I barely knew if I was alive. The sound continued, it was a sharp clicking noise that echoed in my empty thoughts. Though as time progressed the sound got louder, no matter how deafening it got, I just wanted to know more. The curiosity of what was happening outside of my vision was keeping me sane; it was keeping me alive.

“Sarah, please help me. We don’t have much time,” the spirit whispered through my mind.

I knew she was right. I knew that I was going to die here if I didn’t do something soon. I knew that if I died, I would be trapping all the innocent spirits in the physical world. I would’ve thrown up if I had anything in my stomach to regurgitate, so instead I just swallowed my screams as I peeled myself off my mattress. I stumbled onto my feet, holding onto my nearby desk to support my wobbling legs

“Okay, I did it. How can I help you?” I groaned.

The watch. Grab it,” she hissed.

I limped slowly over to my dresser drawer and listened to the squeaking of the wood as it opened. The watch still sat there exactly where I had put it before this all happened. I picked it up gently once again and draped it down into my palm. The clicking sound continued as I finally noticed the source. The hands were moving! Somehow the watch began to work again. In those days I was rotting in the corner of the room, I knew that nobody had come in. If they had I would have noticed.

“Is this what you wanted from me? Did you want me to fix the watch? It’s working, do you see?”

Yes. That is exactly what I wanted.”

“Okay good, I’m setting the watch onto the floor where you first left it with me. Feel free to take it with you on your journey to the spirit world.”

I felt happy that this was all over, though the unending curiosity still conflicted my mind. How did the watch fix on its own?

Suddenly the room shook, and with my weakened body I fell to the floor once again. I watched as the face of the woman pierced into my wall. Slowly the rest of her body came into my room and she began to walk towards me. She made her way to the watch and bent down onto her knees just as I did when I first saw it. With her gentle hands she cupped it and stared down for a while. I felt a sense of peace for her, the look in her eyes changed from anger to joy. I couldn’t help but smile despite the pain I had been feeling.

Without a second warning her head snapped towards me, though I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or through me. Her waist twisted towards me as well, revealing the knife that she still carried in her right hand.

“You have helped me so much. I thank you for this. I do apologize for the pain I gave you on the bed. I was only trying to help you help me. I also apologize for any future suffering I may cause,” she whispered through her teeth.

“Future suffering? What do you mean by that?”

She let out a demonic laugh and began to quickly crawl towards me. Each movement she made caused her face to distort and her body to vanish and reappear.

I still just sat there, I don’t know if I didn’t move because of fear or because of acceptance. She stopped right before my face, her eyes peered at mine. Her breath caused my face to whither and my lungs refused to move.

“Oh this isn’t enough room for me…”

I shot her a confused look, before realizing everything.

She picked up her right hand and began to cut through my lips. I wanted to scream yet I found that I couldn’t, for if I did she would only cut deeper. My blood ran thick down my neck and began to soak my shirt. Eventually she stopped carving and stuck her arm down my throat. I gagged on her as my brain started to numb the pain. Somehow she got her arm deeper, and deeper until I felt my intestines ripping. The world around me began to fade to black and I felt nothing at all.



I strapped my beautiful golden watch onto my wrist, which was bruised from all the fighting. I walked over to my mirror which was crooked on my wall. As I stared into my eyes I knew that I had made the right decision. She looked just like me. I knew I chose the right body. I just wish she would stop screaming at me.


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