I got called hauntingly beautiful once.

I smiled and laughed, but I never gave it any thought for a very long time. By then it was much too late.

I am thinking the stranger calling me that was passing on a curse.

Now, I am stuck forever in this place where I died. I can’t leave and move on like most spirits. The afterlife was something that I had clung to so it could reunite me with everybody that I loved. Sadly, this never happened to me.

Hauntingly beautiful is what I am, and haunt is what I do. Nightly.

Written for writing Wednesday.