Copyright Norman J. Cabrera
THE ONE ON THE STAIRS
Her ghostly footsteps feel like the cracking of bones as she descends the staircase; every creaking step an echo of a vertebrae or rib destroyed as she tumbled down years ago, the crescendo of this ghastly orchestra being the snapping of her neck at the bottom of the stairs.
Her descent is a nightly occurrence; it is perhaps a vain attempt to cross over to our world from hers. Her broken and disjointed limbs have been seen bending in impossible ways. Her head can spin without regard to which direction she may be standing.
It is important to understand never to be caught on the steps or even be touching the banister when she appears. Her clammy hands whose fingers can wrap in either direction will clutch you and refuse to let go.
She is thought to be a portent of death, though not all who have seen her have died. However, death seems a fitting alternative to witnessing this ghastly apparition.
