Genre: Horror
Every night, she comes to me in my dreams, the dark-haired girl with silver eyes. In her hand, she clutches a doll, lips blood red, smile bright.
The dream ends the night I lose you, the night you take your last breath.
That night, for the first time, she appears in my dreams and speaks.
“Do you want to play?”
That morning, the cough starts, like yours did, the first symptom.
I’m not sure what will happen next, but I know this: I do not want to live without you. Perhaps, this is for the best.
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Thanks Rochelle and Jennifer for this awesome prompt! True confessions, my crazy new work schedule makes it more and more difficult for me to do Friday Fictioneers every week, especially if I have other meetings like I did this week. I am so glad that I dropped by to see this adorbs prompt and then I had to write something. Of course, fresh off Halloween thoughts, the story couldn’t just stay adorbs.
I will try to visit everyone back on Sunday or Monday which tend to be my breather days just because of my weird schedule.
Hope everyone had a great week!
Anne Higa 
It’s very sad and very believable
Probably not a game anyone should play lightly. But then she doesn’t want to go on alone ….
You expertly mix horror with sadness and dealing with loss, great writing. The description of the ghost woman makes me shudder.
Oh dear. Sad, but well done.
A spooky start but a poignant ending, all in a handful of words. Nice one.
Yikes…..chilling….
How anyone could go on is hard to fathom. Nice one.
Horror mixed with grief. I feel for your character. You gave me a chill!
Dear Anne
Chilling dream. Yet you managed to mix a touching story in with it. Well done. Take care of yourself in the midst of your hectic schedule.
Shalom
Rochelle
This one really hit home. One of our dear older (90+) friend died this weekend, while her husband was secluded alone in another room in the same hospital. His sorrow was, of course, for the loss of the love of his life; but it was also that he still has to go on living, alone for the first time in over 60 years. The temptation, I think, is to quit fighting and let death have its way.
So terribly sad. Wonderful write!