Till death do us Part

by Jacki   Oct 21, 2004


A newly married couple, lets
call them Bobby and Kate; had
just bought a house off the
coast of Maine.
They disregarded the stories
that were brought up to them.
Disregarded even the Realtor who
told them the house was haunted
by old man who escaped from
an mental institution years ago.
To happy to care,
to in love to be bothered.
They just wanted to be that
happy new couple who lived
in this big beautiful house.
They wanted to start a family,
wanted to do many things.
But things started changing.
Bobby never listened to Kate's
horror stories of the night.
Said she was to old to belove
what goes "bump in the night."
Soon they started arguing,
soon there married was not
that of a sappy love novel.
Kate started going crazy,
and Bobby never believing her
stories.
So to put it all to rest Bobby had
agreed to stay up the whole night
to see if Kate was right.
Midnight struck and Bobby was
feeling thirsty so he walked
down to the kitchen wanting a
nice cold glass of water to quench
is thirst.
As he titled he glass back to the
water trickle down his throat.
Kate let out a horrible scream.
The glass dropped down,
shattering on the floor.
While Bobby took off running
up the stairs and down the
corder hallway.
Bobby started screaming when
he ran into the bedroom.
Kate's mutilated corpse was
strewn in various places
around the bed.
Bobby rushed downstairs and
grabbed the phone.
He dialed 911.
The police came by and a hurse
came too.
Instead of questioning the man
to see if had murdered his wife.
The police man said "we warned
you, we all said not to move into
the house by the coast."
As strange as that was he never
thought to question it,
to distraught by his wifes
dead body strewn about the bed.
One year to the day, to the hour,
to the minute, midnight struck
on September 22.
Bobby woke up feeling thirsty again.
Walked down stairs to pour himself
a nice cold glass of water.
He put the glass to his mouth
and felt the freezing cold quench
his horrible thirst.
He placed the glass on the counter
and looked over at the clock.
Realizing the time, the day, and
what had taken place a year earlier.
He walked backup stairs feeling
horribly angry.
Wishing he would have believed
in his wifes stories.
He stood in the door way,
where he had seen his wifes body.
Only the image had changed
blood did not seep on the carpets.
A lump in the bed where is wife
would rest her head.
Is what he now seen in front of him.
His heart started racing,
sweat poured off his forehead.
Bobby walked over to the bed and
ripped off the covers.
A ghost of Kate rose up.
She had an unholy light in
her eyes, and the dark form of
another man floated beside her.
Kate held up a knife, as the dark
image watched her.
"Didn't you promise, Bobby?
Didn't you promise? till death
do we part? Didn't you promise?"
Kate said as she floated towards
the paralyzed Bobby.
The house being far out into
the lush country side, no one
could hear Bobby's horrified and pain-filled screams.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Bryce Ellner

    Woohoo! Jacki's still got it! You just know I had to rush right over and see when I saw that you had new ghostie stories for me to read. For the moment this is the only one I can read, but I'll read some more as soon as I get to my regular computer. As always, I loved the story. I could visualize her ghost floating ever so slowly towards a stone scared figure in the doorway. Excellent work, I hope your talent for writing about ghost never fades!

    --Bryce~

  • 19 years ago

    by Jacki

    HAve you ever read the RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER? This is extreamly Long, yet this is a very famous poem, just because something reads long and tells a story does not make not a poem. Some of the greatest poems are like this. Sence you are only 16 i will give it to you that you probley havn't read up on the different types of poetry there are, i mean to you if it doesn't cat and mat type of poem - a rhyming poem then it isn't a poem. Start reading, this is a poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by Christy Carpenter

    Not a poem, only a story.

  • 19 years ago

    by Jacki

    I don't understand why someone would rate me a 3 on this and then not explain why they rated it so low?.....