The only place Eldric Holloway fills fully alive is amongst the dead. They wander around the cemetery like they've lost something aimlessly drifting. The stitches that once tied them to the living now burst at the seams They Murmur nonsense to themselves. Trying to mend together the torn Fragments of their existence.
Eldric Holloway walks briskly through the cemetery, stepping over graves. Humming a melody under his breath, his cat companion tails behind him. Above them the sky blooms dark foreboding clouds. The scent of coming rain spikes the fog swarmed air, flaring Eldrics nostrils.
"Come on, boy", he murmurs, glancing down at his cat. "We better get inside.I know how you hate the rain"
The black short-haired cat leaps out in front of him, blocking his path. Eldric peers down at his furry companion.
"ghost..." he groans tired as hell.
The hairs on his sweat dampened neck Stand tall. Eldric turns Sharply, his green eyes glowing bright.
A faint grown brushes his ears.
"reveal yourself" eldric orders.
The fog around them shifts unavailing a older man in tattered cloths his skin pale as the moon above.
"I can't find my way home" the old man croaks
Eldric steps forward, recognizing his voice.
"Mr. Morison... did you lose your way agine"?
Rain begins to fall.
"I can't find Vivian have you seen my Vivian " the ghost asks his eyes wide with fear.
"She's crossed over, Mr. Morrison. I remind you of this every night. You need to join her."
Eldric stands tall, locking eyes with him. Eldric takes out of his back pocket the worn death tarot card.
"look" he murmurs "and remember"
Morrisons eyes Fix on the card. A memory materializes in front of them playing out like a silent film of Mr. and Mrs. Morrison's tragic deaths.
"I remember... I'm so sorry Vivian,I was driving too fast". Mr. Morrison collapses into a lifeless heap.
"You can see her" he says gently
"Acceptance is your way back to her"
Morrison looks up into eldric glowing eyes
"oh, sweet Vivian...I can see you now. I know my way home".
The fog rises and swallows him turning black for a heartbeat – and then he's gone .
Eldric stands in silence peace settling over him.
Ghost lets out a bellowing meow, breaking the silence.
"Bitching about your Furr being wet" he says with a chuckle.
The night felt quieter somehow, the fog thickening around them as if the cemetery wanted them gone.
Ghost bolts across the eerie cemetery, leading Eldric to the overgrown path that cuts through the woods toward their Victorian home.
By the time Eldric approaches the front door, exhaustion racks his tall frame.
Ghost meows impatiently, rubbing his wet fur against Eldric's black jeans.
Eldric fishes out a rusted key and unlocks the door. With a loud creak, it swings open, warm light pouring over them.
Eldric and Ghost cross the threshold, greeted by the familiar warmth that welcomes them home.
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Ghostborn
ParanormalEldric Holloway should have stayed dead. Four years ago, his soul was dragged before the Grim Reaper - a towering, bone‑cold presence who offered him a single impossible bargain: return to the living and serve Death... or vanish forever. Eldric ch...
