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MidReal Story
The Ghost in My House
Scenario:Guy moves to the country big old house but house is haunted by a female ghost that has set with him every night
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Guy
He is a young man who moves to a rural area to live in a big old house. He is skeptical, lonely and curious. Guy experiences strange occurrences in the house due to a ghostly presence. The ghost, whom he names "Her," seems friendly and playful, but also unsettling. Guy tries to make sense of the situation and feels both intrigued and terrified by the events happening in the house. He struggles with loneliness and longing for human connection.
Her
She is a ghostly presence inhabiting the old house where Guy lives. She is mischievous, friendly and elusive. Her interacts with Guy by moving objects, making the house smell like food, and turning on the TV. She seems to have a playful nature but also shows signs of sadness and loneliness. Guy tries to communicate with her and understand her presence, but she remains elusive and mysterious. Her interactions with Guy suggest a longing for connection.
I never believed in ghosts, nor did I have any intention of changing my mind.
That was until I moved into a big old house on the outskirts of the countryside.
I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but as time went on, it became clearer and clearer that I wasn't alone.
I tried to ignore it, but the presence became too strong to deny.
It was a female, and not only did she haunt my new home, but she had also taken a liking to me.
Every night, without fail, she would set with me.
Whether it was watching TV, playing board games, or even just sitting in silence, she was always there beside me.
I didn't know what her intentions were, but I could sense that she was lonely.
Deep down, I felt sorry for her.
I knew that if I were to get up and leave the room, she would disappear, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I was lonely too, and even though I didn't know her story or what she looked like, I could feel a connection between us.
As time went on, she started to become more and more noticeable.
At first, it was just little things like moving objects from one place to another.
Then it progressed to making the house smell like different types of food every morning, and even turning the TV on when I walked into the living room.
Sitting in my usual spot on the couch, I could feel her presence growing stronger beside me as we watched an old sitcom.
The remote control lay heavy in my palm.
My thumb hovered over the power button while I monitored the subtle shifts in room temperature that signaled her movements.
With deliberate slowness, I pressed down.
The screen went black.
The room plunged into silence.
A cold draft brushed against my arm, and the lamp in the corner flickered twice.
The remote suddenly felt ice-cold in my hand.
The TV clicked back on by itself, louder than before.
And for the first time, I heard her voice whisper my name.
My heart raced at the sound of my name.
The room felt charged with anticipation, like the air before a storm.
I leaned forward in my chair, hands gripping the armrests tightly.
The TV continued to play in the background, its light casting shifting shadows around the room.
"Who are you?"
I whispered into the dimness, my voice barely audible over the hum of the television.
The lamp flickered again, this time more deliberately.
A chill ran down my spine as the temperature in the room dropped further.
Suddenly, the couch cushion beside me depressed slightly, as if someone had just sat down.
"I've been waiting for someone like you," she replied softly, her voice a gentle breeze in the stillness.
"But why me?" I asked, my curiosity tinged with a hint of fear.
"Because you can help me remember who I once was," she answered, her words laced with both hope and sorrow.
Her voice trails off into silence, but I can still feel her presence hovering near the couch.
The room temperature drops even lower, and I can see my breath misting in the dim light of the lamp.
A soft blue glow begins to emanate from the corner of the living room, pulsating like a heartbeat.
It's as if she's trying to communicate with me on a deeper level.
"Trust me," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the hum of the TV.
"Help me remember."
The blue glow intensifies, spreading across the walls in rippling waves.
I can feel static electricity crackling in the air, making my skin tingle.
Suddenly, I hear my name again, this time coming from within the heart of the light.
"Please, I need to know more," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.
"You hold the key to unlocking my past," she replied, her voice echoing softly around the room.
"But how can I help you if I don't even know where to start?" I asked, desperation creeping into my tone.
The blue light seemed to pulse in response, as if urging me forward.
I extended my hand, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached towards the ethereal glow.
The static electricity in the air intensified, making the hairs on my arm stand on end.
But to my surprise, the moment my fingertips touched the light, a wave of warmth washed over me.
It wasn't cold like her previous touches; instead, it felt gentle and inviting.
Her presence shifted closer, as if she were leaning in to meet me halfway.
I could feel pressure around my outstretched fingers, almost as if she were trying to hold my hand.
The blue glow began to spread up my arm, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
It felt like pins and needles, but not unpleasant.
Suddenly, images began to flash through my mind's eye: a garden full of vibrant flowers, a young woman wearing a yellow sundress, laughter echoing through the air.
Her voice came again, this time clearer and more urgent than before. "Remember with me," she whispered, her words barely audible over the hum of electricity in the air.
"Let's uncover the truth together."
As I watched, mesmerized by the visions playing out before me, the blue light grew brighter and more intense.
My vision began to blur at the edges, as if I were being pulled into another world entirely.
And then, with a sudden jolt, everything went dark.
I woke up to find myself sprawled out on the living room floor.
The blue light had dimmed to a soft glow hovering near the ceiling, casting an ethereal ambiance over the room.
My head throbbed with a dull ache, as if I'd been hit with a blunt object.
Gingerly, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and looked around.
The room seemed to be shifting and blurring around me, like a watercolor painting in the rain.
But as my vision slowly cleared, I realized that something was different.
The walls of the living room were no longer their usual drab beige color.
Instead, they were covered in old-fashioned wallpaper patterns - delicate flowers and vines that seemed to dance across the surface.
I blinked hard, wondering if I was still hallucinating from whatever had happened while I was passed out.
But when I opened my eyes again, the wallpaper was still there. The air around me seemed to vibrate with energy, as if the very atmosphere itself was alive and pulsing with magic.
And then, without warning, she appeared beside me.
Her presence was like a cold breeze on a winter night - it sent shivers down my spine and made my teeth chatter involuntarily.
But this time, there was something different about her energy.
It felt warmer somehow, less threatening.
She knelt down next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
The touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my body, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
"Look at the flowers," she whispered softly into my ear.
"Remember."
I turned my head to stare at the wallpaper pattern on the wall beside me.
As I watched, mesmerized by her words, the delicate flowers began to move and shift before my eyes. The petals unfurled like tiny ballerinas dancing across the surface of the wall, their colors changing from pale pink to vibrant red and back again.
The vines snaked across the floor towards me, curling around my ankles like ghostly fingers.
I could feel them tugging gently at my skin, urging me to stand up and follow them into some unknown realm beyond our own world. "Focus on the flowers," she whispered again into my ear, her breath cold against my skin but somehow comforting at the same time.
"Let yourself remember."
I stared intently at one particularly large rose blooming on the wall in front of me.
"What do you see?" she asked, her voice a gentle nudge in the quiet room.
"It's... it's a memory," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as the image of the garden filled my mind.
"Yes," she said softly, her hand still resting on my shoulder, "it's where it all began."