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Little Tulip

Rubbing her temples vigorously, she crouched over her seat on the train. Doing all she can to get rid of the massive pounding headache from her cold. Brenda has tried everything she can to feel better before her business meeting in Rotterdam. So far, she managed to get rid of her clogged nose and get her deathly cough under control, but the migraine stubbornly refused the assault of medication she had taken.

The woman screaming and crying in agony right next door to her did very little to help alleviate the situation. She wanted to cover her mouth and forcefully tell the woman to shut the hell up. Except that would be pointless. She was dead. Her spirit remained trapped in this unfortunate ordeal of constant sadness and pain, for God knows how long. Brenda would just have to put up with it for the entire journey.

She has gotten quite used to it. Watching the spirits move about around her, they all seem to be trapped in whatever emotion they were in their final moments or in life. She could hear them and feel their icy presence around her. They were not horrible to look at since they had no true form or feature. Almost like looking at someone through a steam filled mirror. It can not be explained how she acquired these abilities. They started after her grandmother deaths. She was worse, forced to get used to it for almost half her life. One thing that was foresure, the spirits paid no attention to her. It was as though she was a spirit to them. That is how most people were perceived in 0their world. Those who were more or less fresh from their bodies after death still behaved as humans, going about their normal lives. However, as time flew by, they slowly began to decay, losing themselves. They would lose memories and become trapped in their basic emotions they had in their lives or what they felt before they had succumbed to deaths grip. Some did follow people around or attach themselves to mortals, but others were too trapped in their own worlds. Much like the everyday person. It's kind of funny if you think about it. Eventually, they would be lost to time, almost as though they are having a second death. It's a scary thought to die and continue on the afterlife until you lose everything that makes you, you! Then, be turned into a random ball of energy and evaporate. Brenda, however, was not scared of this thought. She became accustomed to it. Accepting her fate once she crosses over.

Brenda reached for her purse, removing more and more pain pills. Doing her whole hearted best to feel better. She has an important business meeting for her coffee shop in Rotterdam, a dream she had since a little girl, and did not want to ruin the opportunity. As she placed the pills in her mouth and meekly grabbed her water bottle, she downed the thick medication, hoping that it would alleviate her symptoms.

She slowly leaned back into her seat, her blonde curly hair spreading on the seat, some on her sickly pale and sweaty forehead trying to relax and calm down before the event. Letting the medication take hold. Opening her brown eyes, she notices another spirit, just standing over a lady a few seats ahead. Laughing and giggling uncontrollably to himself. It was as if she was trapped in a ghostly mental hospital. Although the man does not notice the woman at all or even Brenda as is the usaul case.

"Mmmm... hhhmmmm... hhhmmmm..." From behind her, she can hear the soft yet stressed lullaby of a young child, the apparition moving through the trains walk way. Humming in her fear and confusion. It's spirits like the young child's that breaks her heart. They either seem to be extremely happy and playful or in total terror and confusion.

For a moment, a sign of relief comes through her. The migraine begins to subside, and the constant bashing waves in her skull have disappeared. A sigh of relief comes through her. It only takes a few moments, though, for her to realize how weirdly quiet the train had become. The woman's wailing stops, the young girls lullaby is gone, and the giggling man is dead silent.

She slowly raises her head up, wondering if, for a moment that she is free not just from the migraine but also free of the supposed gift too. As she looks around, the hair on her body begins to stand up and freeze as though she is in a freezer.

The spirits are not gone. They have paused. All staring at her, she could feel all their eyes fixed on her. The young girl slowly made her toward her. Brenda was just as confused. The spirits never paid attention to the young woman, never! Then again, it's been a few years since she was as sick as she is. For a split second, the blonde had thought she had died. Overdosing on the pain medication.

Almost as if by instinct, she drives her long nails into her thigh, the pain from her action almost causing her to jump. Even though it helped relieve her moment of panic, confirming she still had a beating heart and oxygen coursing through her lungs. She did manage to peirce her skin, causing some blood to be seen. Another thing to worry about at the meeting.

She ran her eyes along the train, and all the spirits were watching her. Even those she had not noticed or ignored on her way toward her train seat. Except for a faint whistle in the distance, the only sound she could seem to hear. Her head slowly turned to the direction of the faint yet creepy sound.

It's here we finally make eye contact. My lips pursed together, whistling calmly. I stop and slowly smile at her once I realise that I have gotten her attention.

"Finally!" I say to myself. "You finally acknowledge me, Brenda!" You see, I have been following her for some time. She could never notice my presence, I have been with her since she had acquired this so-called gift. Her beautiful brown eyes locked with mine. The terror in them as she stares deep into mine, feeding me. You see, I can be seen as clear as day at the moment. No ghostly apparition can do so. It takes a lot of power, which these dead sheep don't have. Where others have almost no form. Except I am more than just some ghost, and Brenda is more to me than just some gifted mortal.

I slowly stand, my dark coat and slender body almost reach to the rooftop of the train. I begin to make my way toward her. The spirits all around her return to their madness. All facing her towards her. Their cries, laughter, and screams grow louder with every step. All poor Brenda could do was remain frozen in fear. Her hands are quick to cover her ears as the mix of screams, cries, moans, and laughter becomes more and more unbearable.

Just as I reach my hand out toward her. My need to finally make contact with the young woman. Everything stops.

It's as though i have just vanished from her vision. The spirits don't take any notice of her at all now. Everything is back to normal. Brenda's face begins to contort into a mix of utter fear and confusion. The pain from her migraine returns, only more vicious and violent, as if it wants to punish her for attempting to remove it.

I make my way toward her seat none the less, she can not see me no anymore. As I kneel my long slender body down beside her.

"It's won't be too long now. Eventually, you will be all my mine little Tulip."

Was a reddit writing prompt, just lost the prompt.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/s/QoEUgTYA9J

Was from a writing prompt on reddit, link above.

Pulling up slowly to my apartment in a new black Mazerati, I turn towards my date for the evening.

"Well, we are here. Are you sure you didn't want me to drop you off back home?" I say with a nervous laugh.

"Haha, no, not at all. I am curious to see what your home looks like, plus you promised to show me some of your artwork." She winks back at me, with an incredible yet devious smile.

I laugh again, scratching the top of my hand, a nervous tick I have had for ages. Only it's been getting worse.

"I ummm... huh... I have a cat. You did say you allergic to cats, right?"

I am basically sweating in my seat. She must think that I am weird or some kind of killer at this point, right? I mean, what guy says no to a woman wanting to come inside his home on the first date.

"Aaaawwwww... no, I love cats, now i have to go inside, I have to pet the cute little guy!" She screams back. Her smile widened with joy and excitement.

I climb out of the car and make my way towards her side. Opening the door for her, extending my hand, and helping the beautiful lady out of the car. She was 5'11, with light brown hair. Beautiful tan skin and gorgeous red lips, with a sexy white short and tight dress to match. I couldn't believe I matched with such a beauty on Tinder.

We make our way to my apartment. She leans her entire body on me. I try to move back a little.

"You seem very different than on the date, very distant, did I do something or say something." She asks worriedly.

"Wha...what? No... no... I huh, sorry, I am just a bit tense. You have done nothing wrong at all!"

"OK, just that most guys don't try and get rid of me or become so distant at this point. Plus, i really like you. You seem so different than most other rich guys." She looks at me with those exquisite dark brown eyes, lips pouting.

"Look, let's go inside, I open a bottle of wine, we relax. You can also pet the cat, you got really excited about him, right?. He will love you." I smile the best I can, attempting to not show any sign of nervousness.

We arrive at my new apartment. I fumble for the keys like a fool. Finally, I got myself together and found the right god damn keys. I opened the door. As we entered, Mr. snuggles come jolting from the corner. Meowing loud and rubbing himself all over us.

She bends down and gives him a scratch. His purring invites her to pick him up.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen and pour ourselves some wine." My nervous quivering grin can barely be contained.

"I don't think I have seen a breed like this before. Where did you say you got your cat? Since he was a kitten or was it a stray or something?" She barely looks at me, completely fixated on the cat. Carrying him all the way to the kitchen.

"Hahaha... Well, it's a funny story. I don't think you would even believe me." I reply with my back turned , hiding the fact I am scratching the tops of my hand in fear at this point. Breaking skin as I do so.

"Ooohhh, whatever, you can tell me. I am a sucker for love stories, you know... hahaha." She replied, still fixated on Mr. Snuggles as he continues to rub his head on her hand and body, purring. Giving off soft little meows as if he is some innocent little kitty!

"I was part of a cult actually, a while back. We decided to perform a ritual that would summon the beasts of Hades to perform our devious tasks. You know? The usual money, hot girls, and power. Instead of an awesome looking demon, we got Mr. Snuggles instead... haha funny right."

She raises her head. I could feel her sarcastic gaze.

"Well, I know cats can be little demons, but no one's has put it like that before. So you are a painter, scuplter, and all of a sudden, a comedian now, right?"

" I really wish I was just joking. Look at me, I am a scrawny, nerdy, and extremely insecure guy. If he wanted you to really see how I was, you wouldn't be here! All of this l wealth, fancy cars, and apartment cone from all the women I have to sacrifice to Mr. Snuggles!" I snap at her. Realizing the mistake I had just made. I return my focus back on the wine, finally finding the glasses.

"Aaahhhh... Someone help me! I need protection from Mr. Sexy serial killer and his cute little kitty"

Her sarcastic playful tone slowly turns into something more hideous as Mr. Snuggles head turns a complete 360. I turn around, I notice as her eyes turn into shock and horror. Her face frozen as Mr. Snuggles locked his eyes into hers.

"Like I have been saying this entire, I tried to warn you!" I remark, no emotion, just complete melancholy to the situation. I have seen this almost 100 times. Always the same, always having to watch this stupid cat traumatize me over and over again.

Before a word can be uttered from her stunning red lips. Mr. Snuggles pounces. In one fatal move, he devoured her whole. Nothing was left of my date. No shoes, hair, blood. Everything just vanished into the cats large void, a giant mouthful. Gone in seconds.

Mr. Snuggles lands on his feet. Licking his paws, as though nothing had happened. He turns his gaze toward me, and he slowly makes his way toward me. I try my hardest to back away, but the kitchen counter blocks my poor attempt at escape. He begins scratching his head onto me, legs and purring. He stops, without any thought or realization, he pounces on to me. His claws in my chest.

"Meow."

"Yessss... Yesss... Yessss, I won't do it again. I promise, I... I.... won't try and warn them ever." Tears running down my eyes, the smell of my blood as it begins pour out from the deep gashes of his claws.

"Meow."

"Ok, ok.... ow ow ow... please stop, I promise I won't do it again."

"Meeeeeooooowwwww"

"Yeessss... I promise, I really... really... promise... let goooo!" I cry put, tears streaming down my face.

"Meow!"

"I will clean your litter box to Mr. Snuggles, sir. Please let go."

He drops to the ground. Stretching his back and making his way to he master bedroom. I ran to clean his litter box. The smell makes me extremely nauseous. Unsure how long I can continue this blood shed. The sixth girl this month. His hunger only grows worse every month. Plus, he ruined a very good Versace designer shirt.

As I finish cleaning the large mess. I make my way to the master bedroom. Changing into my night gown. I crawl on all fours into my cage beside the bed. Mr. Snuggles always get's the king-size bed.

"Goodnight, I whisper to him." Pale, and expressionless.