The First Time

“You know the whole downtown was a playground for the Civil War, right?” Jimmy said, his long fingers reaching up to rub his freshly shaved chocolate scalp. “In fact this very house was used to hide Confederate soldiers. There’s ghosts all over the place.”

He was baiting me, I suppose, since it was my first time visiting his house. I wasn’t afraid of ghosts, although I’d never officially met one, either. I knew my place and considered myself adept to handle whatever came my way. After all, I’d successfully managed to crack a crystal and discover which color witchcraft best suited me. If I could handle a little bit of black arts, I could handle anything. Besides, I really liked Jimmy and it would take more than a ghost story to chase me away.

One night turned into a week and that’s when I met Elvira. She’d glide through the window and tickle my toes with the ends of her long black hair clutched in her pasty white hands. Her blue eyes would soak in the blue of mine and we’d chat about how much she missed her family. She was never warm or cold, more like a vapor, a wind that hovered above me. Once she revealed herself to me, she became a nightly visitor until one night, Jimmy got mad.

He called me into the small dining room. “Is Elvira here?”

“Yes.” I answered. It was true. He didn’t respond, just nodded his head. He centered a black candle on a small plate and lit it. When the flame burned whole, he muttered under his breath, not loud enough for me to hear. He turned to me, his eyes wide open and uttered strange words I didn’t understand.

“Show yourself!” He commanded.

I felt a great wind blow through me. I stumbled but didn’t fall, and then it was gone.

“Are you okay?” Concern danced in the depths of his chestnut eyes.

When I nodded, he continued. “Did you feel anything?”

I nodded again.

“You have no idea how powerful you are. A ghost just passed through you and you stand there as if nothing happened! Amazing!”
I found my voice as I sat in the nearest chair. “That was…something. Where did she go?”

“I don’t know, but she won’t be back!”

He was right. After that night, to my dismay, she never visited again. I had several more encounters throughout the course of our relationship, but none has ever remained as vivid in my mind as the first one.

I believe. Do you?


For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Venus Moon gave me this prompt: I remember the first time…

I gave Debbie this prompt: The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

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Stephanie Ayers

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A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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19 thoughts on “The First Time”

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    your words are very readable, the stories just flow right out of you, as if you’re sitting here and telling me the story> I think that is what I love most about the way you write, the tone, the rhythm of it.

    this was just spooky enough..and yes, I do believe. 🙂

    1. SAM says:

      Would you believe me if I told you this is a memoir?

      1. Kir Piccini says:

        I thought it was…it read like one.
        So not it doesn’t surprise me, but now I want more of the details! email me. 😉

        1. SAM says:

          LOL. You were a quick response too. Good morning!

          1. Kir Piccini says:

            I hate when I miss your stuff. I had a few minutes, I read, I LOVED..wanted to tell you. 🙂

          2. SAM says:

            No complaints. I love seeing your beautiful smile in my comments.

  2. Eric Storch says:

    Very well written, SAM. It was tense and Jimmy seemed like kind of a jerk for banishing Elvira. Personally, I don’t believe in ghosts even though my wife has made it her mission in life to teach me otherwise.

    1. SAM says:

      Jimmy was a Jerk. I wish I had taken the banishment of my spectral friend as a sign of the unpleasantry to come. And thanks, Eric.

  3. lexy3587 says:

    Great ghost story. I thought it was kind of strange that Jimmy was so angry about the ghost – it seemed kind of out of character after he’d told her so excitedly about all the ghosts. Is there a background to it, some reason that he didn’t like elvira, apart from her apparent monopoly on his girlfriend’s socializing in the evening?

    1. SAM says:

      At this point in time in the relationship there wasn’t, but things make sense later–about a year and a half later.

  4. stankmeaner says:

    I absolutely 100% believe, no doubts in my mind. Well, I’m not going to claim I know exactly what goes bump in the night (or moves all the stuff around in my living room while I’m in the shower) but whatever it is, I believe 😉 loved this story, and I want to know more about your conversations with her….*ahem*

    1. SAM says:

      LOl. I’ll have to dredge up some (very) creative non-fiction for you. 😉

  5. Carrie says:

    Jimmy was an ass. Poor Elvira, all she wanted was a friend…must be lonely when you can’t cross to the other side.

    1. SAM says:

      he was an ass, thats for sure.

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  8. Venita says:

    Thanks for making an entertaining story out of my prompt!

    1. SAM says:

      Thanks for the awesome prompt!

  9. tua1992 says:

    In each post, you sound like a very settled and polished author, just in a different way for each post. Great one again. 🙂

    1. SAM says:

      Thank you!

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