The Ballroom
Her dark silhouette danced underneath the chandelier. I watched in awe as the shadow moved across the ballroom floor so gracefully, almost as if in a waltz. Twisting and spinning, the shadow suddenly stopped before my feet. A lady’s pale hand surfaced before my eyes, reaching out to me. Shocked, I didn’t take the hand right away, but kept on staring instead, forgetting what I had come to the house for in the first place.
Then the ghost’s face appeared, and how dumbstruck was I when I laid sights on the beauty. She smiled softly at me, her chestnut curls framing her face nicely. I was surprised that I wasn’t scared as she curtsied slowly, her large white dress billowing around her body. Thick cream lace covered her entire neck, and the white fabric was loose around her arms.
She reached out to me once more, and without much needed consideration, I took her hand. She led me out onto the floor gently and I shuddered at how cold her hand was becoming. We started off the waltz slow then we began to pick up speed. As she gazed into my eyes, her hand sent chilling frost down my arm and I cried out in pain. I tried to tug my hand away but I found that my palm was frozen to hers.
Grinning evilly, she spun me faster and faster, causing our surroundings to become a blur. When I closed my eyes, I could hear her laugh as we kept spinning. Finally opening them, I noticed that we were now floating; her white hands were keeping me afloat. Yelling now, I still couldn’t seem to pull my hand away from hers. Our head grazed the golden ceiling, causing me to glance down. We were up high, and if I fell, I knew that the injury would be fatal.
Then we descended and I felt myself growing weak. My pulse slowed as we passed through the ballroom floor, and I watched in horror as we sank. Without choice, I stared at the ghoul holding me hostage, a sweet smile still on her lips. I ceased struggling as my soul gave up and all turned black as she pulled me under the marble floor.