Hey. It’s been a long, tough couple weeks. I’ll tell you about some of it a little later as some of it is still a bit to hard to write. Tonight, though, I’ll give you one more Halloween tale courtesy of Kat Avila and the #SwiftFicFriday prompt. This is another ghost story, though not quite so spooky as last time. After checking this out, be sure to stop by to read other tales of Halloween over at FictionTrials.
The Thinning Veil
The girl glanced around the clearing as she came to its edge. Nothing there. She stepped into the moonlit circle surrounded by the massive trunks of the forest. The girl moved swiftly, setting out a candle and drawing a circle just inside the clearing.
With a quick glance around, the girl lit the candle. She knew her fellow seniors were out at a Halloween party. But tonight offered a single chance to change things.
“On this Samhain night, when the veil between worlds is thinnest, I come to call forth Matthew John Schmitz. In this darkness, I bid you come forth. Part the veil and be once again in this world.”
A chilly gust of wind swept through the clearing. The candle sputtered. She held her breath, but it stayed lit. She searched the edges of the clearing. Nothing. She collapsed, settling into a cross-legged position, head in her hands. Tears trickled down her face.
The night grew colder as silent tears fell to the ground. Then something prompted her to look up. Pale whitish-blue shimmers danced along the edges of the circle she had drawn. One stood out brighter than the others.
She jumped to her feet and ran to investigate. The closer she drew, the more the light took shape until it had distinct features she recognized.
“Dad!”
It held up a hand as a whisper filled the clearing. “Stop. Do not cross the circle”
“But Dad.” The girl stopped inches from that dirt line.
“Honey, I cannot stay long.”
“No, stay! I’m fixing what went wrong!”
He shook his head. “I cannot. This does not fix things; they are as they must be. I love you McKenzie, I always will. You are never alone.”
The whitish-blue lights faded until only Matthew remained.
“I love you, Dad.”
Part author, part artist, all dreamer 