Sincerely, Jennifer x

My love, you have bewitched me. It was destined. Written in the stars. Written in my blood. Each drop of my sentimental scarlet carries your initials, like a monogram.

I am enchanted by a mere mortal, and it is a madness. You, my sweet, are a madness. You are my madness, and I adore my insanity.

Ever since your fingers spelled out my name, I have been nothing but a plaything to you. It was just a game. Nothing but a folly to my little darling. I could not help but fall victim to your charms.

Is anyone there?

Those words will haunt me for the rest of my days, my darling. I watched your eyes move across the spirit board, cool blue bringing life back to the dead wood and bringing me back from the other side.

Is anyone there?

Oh, my darling, I was there, waiting for you, longing for you.

Yours. Sincerely yours.

I had wandered the old house for so long, all alone, apart from the occasional break ins. They became background noise to me. Stupid teenagers and thrill seekers breaking through the barred up windows to try and spy a spook or two. None of them interested me. Nobody moved me, until you.

I don’t want them. I just want you. My captivating, curious girl. From the moment I saw you, my soul sang and I longed for you like never before.

You began to burn within my bones, and soon, I was aflame, enchanted and destined never to be the same.

It was complicated. I was nothing more than a pile of burning, lovesick bones in the basement, a spirit that would not be spurned and turned over to the boredom of the afterlife, and you… you were so spritely. So full of life… delicious, delectable life.

We were both bones, though. You had yours and I had mine. We had common ground, and it was enough for us to connect. I burst from the board, begging you to understand the ways I sent your fingers from one corner to another.

It was just a game to you, my sweet one. All that I am is a game to you. You laughed with your friends, making faces as I found my way from the ancient wood to your soul, sinking into the deep depths of your eyes and aching to be understood.

When you left, I was broken. I wandered the house again, haunted by the memory of you. My years have been long and unkind, but each minute without you became the harshest of winters. Death, again and again, all alone, spinning in a cyclone of solitude.

I lost count of the days. Depressed. Destitute. Damned. I had lost all hope, but then, my sweet girl, you returned, uttering those immortal, essential words once more.

Is anyone there?

Yes! Oh, my lover, yes! My bones glowed under your love light. My wretched soul bounded towards the board, and I begged you to hear me. Your soft voice speaking my name aloud was a symphony, and I knew then, as I know now, that our love was eternal.

You found your way back to me, and found a way to free me from my prison. Why was I behind these bars in the first place? It doesn’t matter. All that mattered was our future. Our forever.

You still struggled to hear me, but I found myself following as you left the house, marvelling at the magic of your everyday life. The way that you brewed your morning coffee was witchcraft.

The slow dance in and out of your breath as you slept was the finest ballet. The gentle click clack of your nails across your keyboard was hypnotic. I was possessed by you. Enchanted.

Sadly, I was not the only one.

Danny. Dreadful, dastardly Danny. You had given him your heart and he had dragged it through the mud. He pierced it with broken promises and perpetual lies, and yet, to him, much as I was to you, you were devoted.

I was distraught. I had spent my afterlife waiting for our love to bloom, and you were wasting away, wasted on a wish that would never come true. I’d watch you, sipping coffee, sobbing to your friends about how much you longed for a ring as a sign of devotion from damned, dreary Danny.

My darling, don’t you see why I had to do what I’ve done?

You stare with such disbelief. You sob with such sadness, but my love, I did all this for you. I turned that hideous, waste of time that you were devoted to into a promise of love, just for you.

I don’t mean to be short with you, my sweet, but do you understand the dedication it takes to fashion the skin of a failure into a ring?

Of course, I had my fun with the rest of him. They say that ghosts can’t hurt the living, but that’s a laugh. They have no idea what we are capable of, especially when we are powered by passion.

I was angry, jealous, incensed, if I’m honest. I tore him to pieces, singing our song along with his screams. I watched his blood dance from one floorboard to the next, slipping and falling into the cracks as his bones snapped and shattered under the might of my love for you.

I destroyed dreadful Danny, but my darling, I kept a slip of him, just a sprinkle. A little of his skin, and I shaped it into a ring, just for you.

I am down on my knees, my darling, begging you to understand me as I promise eternity to you, but all that you do is scream.

Why, oh why must you scream?