Someone.

David turned his head and spat off the front porch. It had been a long day. It was good to be home.

He turned the key, his brain releasing a little squirt of dopamine at the familiar sound of the coming relaxation, and waited on the next of the two sounds he heard every day at 5:30: Scruff banging against the door.

There was no banging, though. No panting, either. Nothing at all to signify to dog even knew he was there. After a decade of driveway-key-door-dog, it was easy to notice the silence. He shouldered the door open, failing to compensate for Scruff's missing weight, and stumbled over the threshold. More silence.

"David?"

There was a sound he noticed. He hadn't seen Linda's car when he pulled in, but he supposed he could have missed it.

"It's me," he said, making his way towards the back of the small house they shared. "How are you?"

"Good." Linda's voice made him feel a little better. The missing dog still nagged at him. "Where's Scruff?"

"Down here," Linda said. "He followed me downstairs to do the laundry."

David froze with his hand an inch away from the doorknob. Scruff never went downstairs. Heck, Linda never did either, at least not since—

Not since they moved the washing machine upstairs.

"Linda? Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Her response was quick and sounded unusually defensive.

"You sure?"

"Yes, hon." A little softer this time, but still not right.

David eased his hand toward the doorknob.

"Can you help me?" Her voice sounded clipped again. "I have a lot of cl— stuff to carry, and I can't get to the door."

You're being stupid, Davey.

The voice in his head was full of contempt, but he couldn't shake his fear. Had she just not noticed what she'd said? What else would she be carrying?

"Hon?"

The irritation of having to ask a third time certainly sounded normal. Dave turned the knob and opened the door.

He didn't have enough time to see exactly what waited on him, but it wasn't Linda. It absolutely was not Linda.

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Without end 

In the haunted castle where all is quiet,

There walks a man with a ghostly face.

It is forever changing, a million images;

The nightmares staring back at him in the mirror;

The memories, the dreams never spoken and the wishes never made.

Dressed from head to toe in a cloak of black,

He is a blast from the past 

And he is lost to the thoughts that have never been had.

No sound to be heard on the castle grounds,

Except for the wind blowing the cries of all the lost souls.

The ghosts are outside walking from the beyond into the now.

Time has been turned upon its head; a history of bones.

The graveyard is empty, for the bodies have arisen.

This land is his home, but he is without a reason inside his prison.

He does not ask for salvation, because no redemption will be given.

He is without a desire to be loved; he is lost without feelings.

He can never leave the castle grounds,

Because at the edge there exists an invisible barrier

And no exit to be found.

A hundred years have passed on by, since the time of his death.

Some say this was his darkest time, 

But they are those still with breath.

With all his might he stands against,

The tide of what was and what still is,

But still he died, still he is here and still he does not live.

Now he haunts his castle alone,

He is without a soulmate; he is without a friend.

He has no hold of his own ill-fated soul,

For he is trapped in the never seen and his life has no end.

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