I watched, unable to muster the courage to jump in after her, as my sister fell down the cliff edge. My voice was hoarse from shouting her name and I saw that her body was submerged in the water. I was screaming for help, for anyone to come and make it stop, to end the nightmare. The picture in my head of her, finally surfacing on the water, unmoving, haunted me. Her long, black hair lay in a waterfall of seaweed. My mind was numb, I was numb, the whole world around me was just a distant noise in my ear as I focused on nothing but her, lying there as the ambulance men appeared over the beach. She couldn’t be saved. I stood on the cliff edge, watching the scene unfold.
I woke up. I’ve had that recurring nightmare for a year now, a year since she died. You’d think it might get better, but not in my case. She comes every night. Every night, without fail. Some night, she just sits on the end of my bed, humming softly as her black hair floats in wisps around her face. Others, she is sat on the chair next to me, silent, facing away from me. The most terrifying is when I wake up with a crushing pressure on my chest, and find her sitting on my legs, pinning me down. I never see her face. At first, she was just a faint glow, and it was comforting, but each day her figure got stronger and the vivid colours of her hair and dress became easier to see. She is almost complete now, just one more night and she will look like my sister again. Tomorrow, it is the anniversary of her death. Tomorrow, I might see her face.
When I woke up, the morning sun penetrated my curtains, and I got up. I walked down to my sister’s grave and placed a bunch of lilies on the gravestone. They were always her favourite.
I got into bed and drifted off to sleep. As usual, I was awoken at 3 ‘o clock by a glow I could see through my eyelids. Opening my eyes, I saw my sister, standing at the edge of the bed, facing me. Her eyes were sunken and her lips were cracked from the salt water, although strangely I felt comforted. She never spoke, just led me w path out of the front door to the cliff edge. Her intentions only became clear once she grabbed hold of my arms. My eyes filled with fear as she jumped, pulling me with her. I hit the side of the rocks multiple times and feel into the water, paralysed. The surface drifted away above my head as her shiny black hair enveloped my body. It was quite peaceful actually.
After all, we all die in the end.
Credit To: Megan Kate P
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33 thoughts on “We All Die In the End”
Kinda a cliché kinda story.
Sounds like the sister is a bitter bitch.
It was ok i guess, but the end was really predictable, and the title kinda gave the ending away before you read the actual thing. Good pasta, though, there is always room to improve!
It was good at the beginning and had a lot of potential. Until it got to to the point where she lured him out. It was very predictable she was A) Take him somewhere and kill him. Or B) Take him to her death site an do what she did…
BUT WHO WAS LILIE?!?!
its a type of flower
What? But who was legs?
…And so does John.
This. story. sucks.
Sounds like the movie “Mama” c:
But who was speaker?
That was not the best, but it was good? Because, I just dont understand it… I dont know? Maybe thats just me.
It reminds me of Mama
exactly thats what i said
Why do you get a crushing pressure on your chest when someone sits on your legs?
I wondered that too.
This is one of the definitions of a Beautiful death
Am I that only one who got confused when he woke up in his room and then fell off a cliff?
wow. amazing. in some of my dreams i die by drowning and its actually kinda peaceful i just kinda give up once im completely submerged in the water and just feel the calm and just die and its absolutely amazing
Have u seen a psychiatrist recently?
Well sounds like the older sister/brother had a sister complex. this would have been much greater if there would have been an ulterior motive to why the ghost of his/her sister haunted him/her until the day of her death one year later
Aww how sad and sweet.. :/
WHO WAS SISTER?
WHO WAS PHONE
SISTER WAS PHONE
I loved the ending. Very Interesting Pasta.
I thought it was pretty good
Good story I guess, just not creepy. Sort of reminds me of a novel I read called “A monster calls”.
sorry but this is pointless and stupid.
i thinkyou maybe should give it a little more credit. its a good story!
i have to disagree it was nice how it soothed the boy to see his dead sister it reminded me of mama i love the detail it was great i love it 10/10