I decided to base some short fiction off of several tiny ghosts that have inspired me.  This is all off the cuff, and I don’t ever have it reviewed or edited, as a writing exercise.  Or we could just go with ‘for the hell of it’.  Anyway, it’s based off this one.

“Hey, what’s that?” Kelly asked.  She was pointing up a small, mean trail he’d never seen before.  There was a sign at the point where the trail turned, although it was too far to read.

“I dunno.  Let’s go see,” he said.  He led the way up, occasionally turning to make sure she was still there.  She had a quick grin, her dark green eyes often seemed to sparkle with amusement.  She smiled at him every time he turned around.

When they got close enough to read the sign, they were both puzzled.  It was in a language they couldn’t read- didn’t even recognize.

They shrugged and continued up the path.  They walked mostly in companionable silence- they’d been friends for years, and talking was hard when you’re trying not to pant with exertion.  When the popping noises started, Kelly got out “That sounds like a tree” before blackness swallowed them both.


When he opened his eyes, green overwhelmed him.  He was in a clearing, and the trees around him were green.  Not forest green, but a very bright green.  He half believed that if the sun had set, he would be able to see by the green the trees gave off.  Kelly lay next to him, and he shook her awake. She opened her eyes and he tried not to jump- her eyes were the same shade of green as the trees.  They didn’t seem to move quite as fast as she did, as she sat up they seemed to trail her face.

The clearing was circular- trees on all sides, except where a short path led to a low building.  The building was covered in the same language the sign had been.  “I think we’re supposed to go there,” she said.

“Yeah.”  That made him very nervous.  He walked into the woods, away from the building- after a few moments, he came back into the clearing.

“I don’t think we can leave.”  She looked around.  “This doesn’t look like home.”

He helped her to her feet.  She moved towards the building, like she was being drawn.  He followed, shaking badly.

As they drew closer he realized it wasn’t a building, but the mouth of a cave that had been made up to look like the front of a building.  The entry was strait into the side of a large sheer rock face.  She plunged in, having adopted a strange, halting gait.  As soon as he entered he noticed the large stone guardians.  They stood in eternal vigilance.  Kelly crossed the threshold, and stood at the doorway of the other room.  She turned, and in the dark he could see only the green of her eyes.

“Wait here,” she said.



She jumped into the room, and he tried to follow.

The sound of stone grinding on stone startled him, even before he was grabbed by the stone sentinels.  He was pushed to his knees by the statue that was somehow moving and not moving.

Kelly started screaming.

He jerked, and tried to move, but stone fingers dug into his shoulder.  Unable to move but for pain, he was forced to remain where he was, and listen to his friend shriek.

Several moments passed and she fell into silence.  She fell- he heard the thump she made when her body hit the ground.  “Kelly!”

“Let him go.”  It was her voice, quiet and sure- but it seemed to fill the room.  The stone released it’s grip on his shoulder, and he ran into the other room.  He found her laying in the floor, immobile.

He fell to his knees next to her fallen body.  “Turn me over,” she said.  Her voice had that strange quality- like she was right next to his ear.  He reached down and touched her, and then rolled her gently.  He gasped when he saw her face- perfectly normal, but her eyes were a terrible red.  “I can’t see,” she said.

“We have to leave.”

She blinked.  After a long moment, she actually sat up.  Seeing her move made him feel better, but her red eyes were making him nervous.  She wasn’t looking around, her eyes were fixed on one point.  No matter where she moved, her eyes focused there.  She pushed herself off the ground and stood.  “Kelly-”

She closed her eyes.  He could see the light between her eyelids.  “We need to get you home.  Lead me back to the clearing.”  She offered her hand.

“What happened?”

He helped her up the stairs and past the guards (who had returned to their original positions).  He helped her into the light.  She raised her face to the sun, and the color of her eye changed to a deep gold.  It was more bearable.  “I was given a terrible gift,” she said.  She knelt on the ground, and dug her fingers into the soil.  When she pulled, a hole in the earth opened up, into a clearing where he could see himself laying next to her.  She was laying on her back, her head at an odd angle.  He was breathing.  He could see that her body wasn’t.


“I told you, it was a terrible gift.”  She sighed.  “Go on.”

“Not without you,” he said.

“I’ll follow.  But I don’t know what condition I’ll be in.  I want you up first.”

He jumped, and sat up next to Kelly’s broken body.  He laid a hand on her cool flesh.  After five long minutes, he decided to see if he could get his cell phone out to call.

He heard her wheeze.  “Kelly,” he said.

He heard terrible crunching noises, and she was grunting with pain.  Her eyes no longer glowed, but the pupils were pinpoints.  She wouldn’t be able to see except in the brightest of light.  He watched her writhe for a long time, holding her hand when possible.

As the sun began to set, it was over.  Her flesh was warm, her heart beat.  Her head no longer sat strangely on her head.

She still could not see.  He helped her down the trail, getting ready to drive her home.  “Was that your gift?” he asked.  “Life?”

She shook her head.  “No, that was a matter of consequence.  The death was meant for you- when I took it they decided they had made a mistake.”  She paused for a long moment.  “They gave me the sight to see what humans can’t.  I can only see the gods.”