Crimson Peak was my inspiration...

Her eyes had been blindfold by our former housekeeper. I wrote her a letter that when Eleonora comes here next time, she should blindfold her. So now I was standing in a small, shabby room in my old house. Eleonora was sitting on a stool. She didn't see me. I didn't want her to see me either. It would scare her to death to see me like this. It was dark and cold. If I had a breath, it would have condensed in the air. I walked over to Eleonora. She could hear my footsteps softly. Although she had the blindfold on, she looked over at me. "Celesia?" Carefully she stood up and reached out with her hand. She came slowly closer. When I touched her hand, she twitch slightly back. "Trust me," I whispered calmly, taking her hand carefully. Eleonora slowly approached me. She put her hand gently on my cheek. It was hard for me not to dissolve directly. When she felt my cheek, she smiled slightly. It was dead silent. I could only hear her breath. Slowly, I closed my eyes. Memories of my former life went through my head. It was good to know she was here. Previously this room had been nice. It had been colorful and bright. In my memory, Eleonora danced around the room with her long dress. She had been happy then. We were happy. But now everything was gone. I never seemed to have existed. I had watched Eleonora. How she looked at old photos of us ... she just dropped them on the floor. She was sad, even if she didn't want to admit it. Eleonora had been so pretty. She was still pretty, but the deep dark circles around her eyes and the dead look gave her something daunting now. She had disappeared from one day to the next. Or did I disappear from one day to the next? It had probably been me. I had disappeared for them and everything else had disappeared for me. I was here ... I saw everything, but what could I do? It took me three damn months to get my grip on my constant disappearance and emergence in random places. Our housekeeper had luckily stayed in my house and nobody had bought it. Another problem was Archie, Eleonora's and my son. He had run away when he learned what had happened. I tried to find him, but in vain. He was only four years old ... Why did I have to lose all this? Now there was only my half-materialized, pale figure in a dark room. Dust was raining from the ceiling. Time seemed to have stopped. It made me angry to think about what kind of life Eleonora and Archie had to live because of me. For three months I had stayed in this crappy room. I kept reminding myself how it could be here with my family. But I had come to no solution to my problem. I was dead. Nothing could change that. But now I was here ... I looked at Eleonora. "I'm sorry," I whispered. Eleonora was visibly confused. I took a step back and turned away. Eleonora took off the blindfold without me knowing it. I heard her breath catch and turned back to her. My figure was slightly transparent. From the wounds on my chest and from the deep cut on my cheek, blood floated through the air. I was pale, almost white. I still wore the clothes I wore at the time of my death, although it was also white-gray. It was blood red around my wounds. My eyes were red-edged and I looked sadly at Eleonora. When she put her hand to my cheek again, I closed my eyes. I felt her fingers move slightly through me as if I really weren't there. When she took her hand away, she had my blood on her hand. She looked at it as I watched her. She looked at me deeply shocked. I was sorry. I felt sorry for her. But I disappeared again ... This time I probably disappeared forever.

Ghosts are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime... There are others, others that hold onto an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those..., they never go away.