When Love Hurts and Ghosts Linger Read Online Free Page B

dicks! I had the abusive one, the cheater, which I already had, had before, the one that was nice then decided to be gay, the manipulator, so yeah, in my head, all men were the same.
    I was sat in history and we were learning about world war two, now no offence, I loved history but I had learnt about this shit in school, I had heard it all before, we all know what Hitler done already, it was just a repeat and to be honest I started to feel a bit bored. 
    I felt my eyes got heavy as I stared out of the classroom into the corridor outside the door. At that moment I saw a figure float by, I looked around and everyone was looking face forward listening to the teacher drone on about this bloody war, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t cold and heartless not at all, I did feel for all those men who had fought for our freedom but I wanted to learn about other pieces of history. 
    The figure was pacing backwards and forwards and every now and then this grey/blue ghostly figure would pass the classroom door. I had ignored them up until now but I recognised this figure. A memory flashed in my head, I had seen that woman before when I was little, was she following me? I’d had enough and decided I needed to confront this woman or ghost.
    I snuck out of the classroom but to be honest not one head turned, was as if they couldn’t hear me moving, they didn't even notice me leave as I went into the corridor. I felt the chill straight away and the coldness ran through my body as if I was on top of a freezing cold mountain with nothing warm to cover me.
    The woman looked at me and started floating towards the stairs that led down into the college basement. Of course she had to do that didn’t she, I fucking hated basements, as far back as I could remember I would never ever go down into any basement, even in someone’s house when they had it converted into a nice seating area with kitchen, no, no, no and hell no. 
    ‘Get a grip’  I told myself as I nervously followed her into the college basement. It was dark and cold, filled with unused and broken college equipment. Clearly this is where they hid all their crap so no wonder the campus looked very clean and organised, they had a secret shit pile place. 
    I could hear crying or sobbing of some sort, it was quiet and quite clearly the sounds of a woman. I followed the sounds down this dark barely lit corridor where I eventually reached a room. The room was full of drama equipment, manikins, props, costumes, masks, you name it, it was all in there, enough to freak you out.
    In the corner the ghostly woman stood facing the wall crying in her wedding dress. I was shivering and scared. Why did I follow her? But before I could run away she turned around and looked straight into my eyes.
    “Why did he do this to me?” her ghostly voice sobbed.
    I could see the air leaving my body as I breathed quite fast in slight panic “Uhhh I….I don’t know, who are you on about?” why did I even ask?
    “My husband….he did this to me” and she held out her wrists which had been slit and blood began to pour from them.
    I jumped back and very honestly I was shitting myself. I had never seen them bleed, I didn’t know that they could, I mean they were dead for fuck sake and this one was bleeding out in-front of me.
    “Please tell me what you want from me” my voice trembled with fear.
    “Help me, we’re all coming for you” she cried back.
    Coming for me? What like coming to get me or coming for my help? I didn’t know what she meant but I didn’t dare ask her, I was afraid of the answer. She started to leave but I knew she would be back and I needed to stop this so I thought if I helped her then she would leave me alone.
    “WAIT!” I shouted after her “please tell me who you are so I can help you.”
    She turned, she was so sad it almost made me cry “I’m Amy….tell me why he did this to me” and with those words she flew towards me.
    It frightened me so much I fell backwards