It was that time of the night when insect voices rose in chorus over branches in the breeze. Some said the sighs of a miserable woman could be heard, always a little heavier than the wind. Few came to this part of the forest—only those with hearts of steel dared to camp here.
If only they would visit more often. The Blue Lady got so very lonely with nothing to haunt but owls in trees.
Her long, silky robe made no sound on the ground, though sometimes by chance it would move in time with the rustling foliage. It was clear material, shiny like it had been the day she bought it; sometimes she could still smell the dye.
A silken sleeve slid off her arm as she waved off a firefly. It darted out of her way, scuttling into the night. Nothing could stand between her and her goal; she had chosen to make a change in her life—erm, afterlife.
Evelyn, the Blue Lady, was headed back to the house where her life had ended. She found no comfort in the cold forest, so empty of humans to interact with. She would lurk in the shadows of her old chamber, basking in the familiarity of those cerulean walls.
If she was doomed to roam this earth for all eternity, she wanted to spend it in the place she’d once called home. She felt no sense of belonging here with the trees and birds; they were so full of life that she was a trespasser, but she wouldn’t be for much longer.
Lady Evelyn would return to her home. She had tended to it all her life, hosting parties in the parlors she so lovingly designed. She might only be a spirit now; however, that house had been her home. She chose to wait out eternity in the place that had seen her laugh and cry until her last day.
It was the first choice Evelyn had made since her death. Nothing could get in her way, and thankfully little could slow a ghost in movement.
Her blue cloak made an invisible trail. She walked, head up, determined—dying to go back home.
To Be Continued…
One thought on “The Blue Lady, Part I”
Oh no. No, you can’t do that to us. Uh, I saw it was written part one. I did. But I thought I could handle it. Now I’m intrigued and I’m going to wonder all what happens next, thank you very much.
Good job. I’ll be back tomorrow.