Based on the prompt from @Ghost. Posted in an announcement from @Fantasy.
A ghost from the past... (Short Story)

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"Wow! Where did you come from?"

"Where do you think? Now there's something I am going to need from you."

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It was a rather lonely day. The sun was hiding behind the dark grey clouds. I could tell a storm was coming. I was left to house sit for my neighbor you see. Their house felt so huge when there weren't any people around. It made me feel like an ant scurrying around to secure the windows, doors and gates. I had finished that in under 20 minutes surprisingly. The only door left open was the one to the second floor balcony. I rather enjoyed the rain, finding it to be a source of tranquility. I was leaning on the railing as I absentmindedly pulled on my hubbly pipe, trapped in my thoughts. Then suddenly...

BANG!

I jumped, turning around so fast I almost lost my balance. I looked at the glass door and saw a blurry figure. Nothing else happened. Since inside was all dark and the light outside was on I brushed it off as my own reflection. I still felt chills up my spine so I decided to lock up and take a relaxing bath. Staying in a huge house all by myself had my nerves on end. I walked inside with my stuff and locked the door. With a sigh I headed to the room I was sleeping in. I closed the door and checked the time.

5:45

"Guess I should make supper then bath." I said to myself with a shrug.

"Or we could just stay the fuck here."

I froze. I wasn't expecting a response to my unneccessary comment. No one was supposed to be here. I turned around to find the previously closed door open. In the doorway stood...

"Stacey?" I frowned. "Wow! Where did you come from?" My mind running a series of checks to make sure there was no possible way she could have gotten in. And there wasn't.

"Where do you think hoe?" She said nonchalantly. "Now there's something I'm going to need from you." She gave me a ghostly smile.

"But... you're dead." My mind was running around trying to piece the pieces together.

"Yes I am fucking well aware. I have to talk to you before it's too late bitch." She said.

I could sense the urgency in her voice as if something bad was going to happen any second. I nodded my head. She was a rebel of sorts when she was alive. A very vulgar mouth to go with her "so what" attitude. My first female friend. We did a lot of stuff together. One day without warning she was just gone. I noted subconsciously that her vulgarity carried on even in death which made me smile.

'True to yourself even in death.' I thought. "So what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Straight to the point as always. Well I need your fucking blood." She shrugged.

I felt the blood drain from my face. My eyes went wide and I stepped back. She shook her head and laughed. Her ghostly hand waving for me to go closer. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly horribly dry.

"Not all of it bitch. Just enough to fill this vial." She produced an empty vial with a cork on the top. "It's for your fucking protection. Trust me."

"W... why?" My voice failed me.

She sighed. "That storm on its way isn't ordinary. There's so bitch monster out to get you."

I frowned. "You know I don't believe in the shit."

"Yet here you are fucking talking to a ghost of someone you fucking know is dead. Bitch please I didn't believe in that shit either and look where it got me." She crossed her arms.

"But... a mon... monster?"

"Human monster darling." She said.

That was something I could believe. I was about to say something else when there was another bang that echoed through the house. She looked at me and rushed to close the door.

"It's now or fucking never bitch."

"O... okay then." I stuttered.

I went to my bag and fished out my swiss army knife. She placed the vial next to me. I was shocked when I touched it. I had expected my fingers to pass right through the vial, but instead my fingers wrapped around it. Shaking away my shock I quickly cut my palm and filled the vial.

"Okay now listen carefully. Go into that fucking bathroom and stay in the bathtub. Don't fucking come out until the storm has passed. I love you bitch." She gave me one last smile before ushering me away.

How strange it was for me to see her again and yet all she came for was a single vial of my blood. I couldn't hear anything over the raging storm. I don't when it happened, but I had fallen asleep. I woke up to darkness.

'Stupid you didn't even turn on the light.' I scolded myself. I looked around to see two candles burning out. The sound of rain was gone. Everything was completely silent. And I was in the bath. Yes that was expected, but what wasn't expected was the fact it seemed I was taking a bath. The water was almost icy cold. My fingers and toes were shriveled, a result from staying in the bath too long.

I quickly got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I went into my room and nothing was out of place. After I got dressed I looked at the time.

11:11

I laughed at the absurdity. I walked around the house checking everything. Nothing was different than how I had left it. It seemed that nothing at all had happened. I looked outside to see the sky blacked out but clouds. I looked at the ground and it was completely... dry? Frowning I looked at my hand. There was no indication that I had cut it at all. No scar, no mark, no died blood. But my hand did hurt something fierce. I shook my head and sighed.

'Another vicious nightmare.' I thought. They weren't anything new to me, but this was the first one where I had seen someone I missed. My stomach growled reminding me I hadn't eaten yet. I fixed myself a quick sandwich. Then I sat down on the couch. It started raining outside and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Once again your overactive imagination was allowed to run a mock." I said picking up my journal. It was something I kept to make notes for my poetry.

A/N: The story itself has a total of 1080 words (not including this part. Or the first part like this)