This Old House

• Artist: Lufpleh
• Description: This is my first attempt into writing for GAIA.
  
  A ghost waits for his family, that may never return.
  
  
  
  
  This story was written in fifteen minutes. So it may have some problems with grammar and such not. Sorry for the inconvenience.
  
• Date: 10/31/2008
• Tags: this house ghost

Every night the old oak father clock ticks, methodically, down the red satin steps and in the living room below. This house is so familiar to me, on the first floor two doors down the hallway, where painting and family photos adorn the walls, and to the left lays the kitchen in where I took my first solemn steps into this world. I can tell you where I kissed my soon to be wife on the back porch her warm, sweet breath striking the nape of my neck. Where, I passed my loving daughter on to her adoring husband under the old white terrace, on her wedding day.

Though this house holds loving, tender memories for me, it is also the house in which I died. The house in which, my family had to endure a long goodbye as I struggled with lung cancer. The house in which, my wife cried bitter tears, mourning my death.

Even if this house is now empty, all the love, happiness, and sorrow gone. I still wait for them, my loving family, until you return, I will be waiting. By the old worn green steps, waiting to welcome you home.

Comments

[Transcendant]

I like it. Though the description was a bit of a spoiler since I read it first... I like the way you keep the reader wondering as to who is the narrator.. It would be nice if you could keep them wandering a bit longer, then reveal the fact that he is indeed dead, and transfer some of his sadness in the end.. Maybe describe the day he last felt their presence, the way the house itself mourns the days long gone..