The minutes ticked by and all Ginevra could do was sit watching the clock, waiting for someone to walk into the room. Everyone said her room was haunted and they were right. No one wanted to rent a haunted room, but she knew eventually the night would come when someone had no choice, and all she could hope was that they were the right person. She would have her revenge, eventually. A couple of times she walked to the door, hoping that the footsteps she could hear would stop outside her room, only to have them walk past, to room 208 or 210. Sighing she sat back down on the bed.
Another night passed, another day, and another night. Running a hand through her hair Ginevra wandered over to the mirror, wishing she could see her reflection. She knew that she looked exactly the same way she had on the night she’d been killed. Her worry was that anyone who might be a candidate would see her and be scared off by the wounds on her body. They would know what had happened, what she wanted, and run for somewhere they would be safe from her, which was exactly what she would have done if she’d ever come across a restless spirit.
Finally the footsteps stopped outside her door. They put the key into the lock and turned it. For the first time in months Ginevra believed she might finally be able to, at the very least, leave the room she’d been trapped in. She pressed her body against the wall behind her, hoping that the person who entered wouldn’t be able to see her and would be a candidate for a take-over. Even thinking that made her feel nauseas but she had no other choice. In order to avenge her murder she needed a body. Hopefully then she’d be able to move on to wherever it was she was meant to go, because that hadn’t seemed to be an option at any point.
When the door opened and a pretty blond haired woman walked in the raised eyebrows told her all Ginevra needed to know. Making a quick decision she dove for the body before it could walk away, knowing that everyone else who’d seen her had run. The couple of times she’d tried it before hadn’t worked. It had been like hitting a wall and she’d ended up in a heap next to the body. It really hadn’t been a surprise as they hadn’t been able to see her. For the first time she managed to reach the body before it left the room and in moments she found herself sharing it with another spirit.
“I’m sorry,” Ginevra said, doing her best to take control of both the mind and the body.
“Wait a minute,” the other spirit replied, sounding vaguely amused. “What is it you’re trying to do, exactly?”
Ginevra stopped. “In order to move on I think I need to avenge my murder.”
“Okay, I think we can work with that.”
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.