The Music Room Ghost

That night, I could not fall asleep. I went to bed at the usual time but somehow sleep would not come, I kept fidgeting, trying to fall asleep but all it did was make me thirsty. So, I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I was suddenly jolted fully awake from my fatigued and drowsy state of mind. There was someone playing the piano in the music room! The lights were off, there was no one else in the house, and even if there were anyone, no one plays the piano at 3 am with the lights out! I was nearly frozen with fear, or maybe it was a particularly cold night but I decided I had to investigate, since any intruder who decides to play the piano after breaking into a house aroused more curiosity in me than fear. Armed with a particularly sharp knife I took from the kitchen, reassuring myself that I could take on the intruder myself as long as I had the knife or maybe just scream loudly enough to wake up at least the family that lives next door, I walked slowly and as quietly as possible into the music room and switched on the light.

There on the piano stool sat a girl, or whatever it was kind of resembled a girl. Most of her was only made of shadows that formed and disappeared spontaneously, rest of her was made of light. She almost looked translucent. She stopped playing the piano and turned to look at me, or maybe the shadows just shifted in a way to make it seem that she turned to look at me.

I stood there, unable to speak or move. Somehow I was not afraid, I was only too confused.
We stayed that way for a while, me frozen in place, her looking at me (or looking through me, although she really did not have any eyes, only those shadows that made the rest of her). Then she turned back and started playing the piano again. A sweet melody, sounded like a nocturne, I did not know the tune, but it was beautiful and haunting. After a while, I turned the light off and went to my bedroom and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep almost instantly.

She came every night for several nights afterwards. At first I would keep myself awake in order to encounter her again. I would sit on the couch in the living room and let the music lull me to sleep. But slowly the late nights started taking their toll on me and I would fall asleep on the couch as I waited for her, waking late after daybreak, so I did not even know when and why she stopped coming. One night I waited up but the music did not play. She did not come, she never came back after that.
The piano now lies gathering dust in the music room. For a while it was loved, it made beautiful music that bound together a being made of flesh and blood and one made of shadows. Now it is just a ghost waiting for another spectre to bring it back to life. 

Everlasting Love

Every time she felt like leaving, she would close her eyes & imagine him dead. She would touch his hand & feel his warm fingers as he would lie there unaware of her thoughts, and she would imagine the same hands dead, waxy and cold. That usually put all her feelings into place & she knew that she could never leave him.

He used to tell her that he would never leave her. He would look into her eyes & swear that she had nothing to be insecure about, that he would never desert her. 

Then one day he decided he did not want her anymore.

She is kind of glad she does not have to feel the devastating sadness of holding him & thinking about him dying anymore.

Anal Fixation

He spoke about the disgust he felt for people who didn't flush toilets properly after using them. She was impressed; finally a man who was evolved enough to understand the importance of flushing toilets, a man with a sense of hygiene and cleanliness like no other she had met before.
All the talk about toilets seemed to induce a bowel motion in him. He excused himself and came back in a few minutes looking relieved, as if a burden had just been lifted from his shoulders or in this case, his intestines.
Later during the evening she went to the restroom to find the toilet unflushed, complete with a cigarette butt. She flushed the toilet and never mentioned it to him or anyone else.

The Tree House

When she was younger she would daydream. She would imagine that she lived in a tree house, all by herself, she never had many friends and the few that she had never wanted to live in a tree house. Everyone assumed she got the idea from reading all those comic books... the Phantom and his tree top apartment complete with a wife, two beaming kids and a wolf for a pet; but what she wanted was just a tiny tree house where she could lie down and watch the rain.
It would rain, and it would keep on raining till everything was flooded and all the people living in their earthly houses would be washed away in the flood along with all their earthly possessions. Only the tree house would survive. She would live on all the canned food she had stocked up, watch the things that floated by for entertainment.
When the flood waters would finally recede, she would come down from her tree house to a world populated only by people who have lived in tree houses.