After a long break, here’s a story in three drabbles. Enjoy.
Consequence
Why is she standing there? It can’t be…no.
I looked away, shivering, hurrying down the street, resisting the urge to glance back into the alley. Yet, all the way to my apartment her image haunted me.
Her face was too familiar. Why?
I glanced in the mirror as I entered my hallway.
You know why.
I did. Not that I would say her name out loud. Or admit what I did.
I sighed. If her ghost was stuck in that alley where I murdered her, well, I guess I would have to take the long way home from now on.
Friends to Enemies
Was it jealousy? Hatred? Did it matter? Either way, I was still dead.
A girl’s night out she said. A dinner out, a cheesy movie, then clubbing. I never made it past the movie. I felt a sharp pain in my back, before being pushed into this alley and stabbed repeatedly.
I never saw her treachery coming.
My corpse remained in the alley for two days until the police took it away. The rest of me, spirit, ghost, whatever I am, lingered.
Festering with no place to go.
Until yesterday. When I saw her again.
The bitch who killed me.
Confrontation
It wasn’t hard to find her, connect inside her dreams, make her relive what she did to me. But she didn’t have a conscience. She just took sleeping pills. So I messed with her during the day. Screwed up her texts, pulled her hair, whispered at her. Trying to drive her crazy. It wasn’t enough.
What the hell was going on?
Everything was insane. Dreams of her murder. Her name in texts. Hands touching me. I even think I heard her voice. I need to leave.
Something’s behind me…no!
I screamed as the knife flew across the room at me.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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