Sarah Hallow

I felt, strange. It was cold, I could feel it in my bones, but not on my skin. I looked at myself and found that I had no skin at all. But not just no skin, no organs, no blood, no muscles, no brain. Yet here I was. How? One moment I was with someone, my best friend. Who was it? B-Bethany was her name. What were we doing? Why can't I remember? My memories were slipping away.

I felt around and had very little sensation in my hands. I was trapped, that much I could tell. Was I dead? Was I buried alive? Why were my bones still here? Why could I think? Well if I was going to think, might as well think my way out of here. Bones were strong that must I knew. I started to scratch at the casket that I was stuck in. At least I assumed it was a casket. I seemed to make some progress. I remember being buried in the sand once on a beach, but I couldn't tell who buried me. Was it the same people who had trapped me here? I kept going until I had made a hole big enough, then I went higher. There was a mountain of dirt there, but I pushed through that too. I dug and dug and dug until I felt even colder air. It's Halloween night. I thought It's time for some haunting. Why did I think that? I have never wanted to haunt anyone. But still... that voice inside me was telling me that I did.

"Go away," I told the voice. But when I spoke I was surprised. My once beautiful voice now sounded like nails on a chalkboard. How did I know I had a beautiful voice? Forget your old life, and embrace the new. STOP TALKING! I thought, although there was no one around. Please just let me explore. Yes, yes, go into the world and see all that you can see. Thank you, now leave me alone. As we spoke, I had dug, and now I was out. The sun was just setting over the trees. I put a hand to my head and realized it was out of place. I turned it with my hands to correct it. From behind me, I heard a scream. I turned to the source of the commotion. A young girl, perhaps a little younger than me was standing there with a pumpkin bucket. She had on a dark cape and fangs. I wasn't entirely sure she was human.

"Why do you scream?" I asked. The girl just screamed again and ran. "Wait!" I called. "Come back. What are you? Where am I? Who am I?" But the girl was long gone. I looked down and noticed, for the first time, a gravestone. I examined it. The grey stone had words carved in it; RIP Sarah Hallow 1957-1983 Died of a seizure. She was a good friend and loving daughter and was loved by many.

Sarah Hallow. That was who I was, but now I was not. I was a skeleton, made for one purpose.

It's Halloween night, it's time for some haunting.