Ghost Stories (Effie/Damon)
She sat at her window, the same one she had sat at for almost one hundred years now, staring out at the world outside her attic room. She had been sitting there, watching, as time flowed over them, as her once grand house decayed and rotted, as her skin vanished, leaving nothing but bones, bleached by the sun at her feet.
She turned, looking down at her corpse, gently brushing a hand over her bare skull, feeling the bumpy surface of bone, before reaching up and touching her own, rich red curls, tears slipping down her cheeks.
For one hundred years, she had waited for someone to find her...to set her free.