I stood over my wife’s grave. As the waves crashed against the jagged rocks below, A smile grew across my face, “the perfect murder” I muttered to myself, everyone gobbled up the idea that I’m the “poor grieving husband, who’s wife fell of a cliff on a hike near there house,” we were the perfect couple or so people thought. no one thought I would push her off the cliff. The surprise on her face was hilarious, I chuckled to myself as I thought of it. Five years, that’s how long she’s been gone, and I always kept up the act. Always that “grieving man up the road” or “the man who lost his wife”
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As I scanned the horizon of the murder scene, I noticed a pair of hands clinging on to the edge of the cliff, at first I thought it was someone who fell and that they heard it all, and that I’ll have to kill. But they looked to rotten to be alive, as I inspected the hands further, It. Seemed familiar. then as my eyes gazed at the ring finger, terror shot through me. It was a wedding ring, my wife’s wedding ring, the fingers strained as if they were pulling something up. But of course it was, it was pulling up my wife’s body. I turned and started running into the woods my eyes darting around looking for an escape, I heard rustling behind me, making me doubling my speed as I looked behind me, I almost ran into a pile of nettles I quickly turn right, almost falling as I did, knowing that if I had of death was certain. As my lungs grew empty, I let my legs guide themselves, as I put more distance between me and the beast, then I took two right turns in quick succession, hoping to get it or her of my trail, then I came across a deer path and took a left seeing the exit of the woods. Then maybe I could get to the town before she got to me. But as I left the woods, I hear a monstrous roar from the woods, frightened I look back to see my wife… and she was smiling,? but before I could figure out why I tripped on the headstone. My wife’s headstone. As I fell from the cliff the irony was not lost on me, I’m sure the look on shock on my face was more than amusing for my wife. I saw her smiling down on me as I hit the rocks.
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I never thought ghosts could die. Then again i never had too... but with such pain I have to, right? It’s been… I don’t know how long I’ve been “dead”. hours, days. Years!... doesn’t matter as, as long as I can die soon. God I messed up. Such pain…
I have to die soon, it’s inevitable… Right?... Right?
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