Drabbles

Drabble – Haunting
Hey…Bee? Wake up!
Brigitte awoke with a start, and automatically reached out for the empty space beside her. She knew it would be empty, Sam left for work hours before she got up, but still…
But then…where the hell had that voice come from? Brigitte sat bolt upright and stared around the room frantically. Her eyes passed over Ginger, once… twice, before she realized who was in the room with her. She screamed.
“SAM! SAM!” She was hoping against all hope that this was some, very late, April fool’s joke. Ginger, or whoever she was simply laughed.
Sam….Sam where are you lover boy?
Gingers mock imitation of Brigitte’s voice was dead on. Brigitte frowned. She questioned whether or not she was still asleep. She rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and finally, pinched herself. But Ginger still remained, laughing, taunting.
Bee! It’s me you idiot! What you don’t even recognize your own sister after all these years?
“Ginger, you are dead! We buried you!” Brigitte said, not daring to move. Ginger laughed.
Yeah in the woods! Gee thanks very much for that Bee… but of course, it was darling Sam’s idea wasn’t it!
“The body we buried wasn’t even you Ginger! There was nothing left of you in that thing!” Brigitte cried. Ginger laughed again, and moved so she was sitting next to Brigitte, on Sam’s side of the bed. She tried to pick up a picture off the bedside table, but her hand sailed straight through it.
You look so… happy…
She said, disgusted. Brigitte had a feeling that, if she could, Ginger would have thrown the picture against the wall. Brigitte bit her lip and ducked her head. The confidence she had worked for for years was gone in a second. “He makes me happy,” she said, not daring to look up at Ginger.
Yeah I can see that…. I mean you look so… normal… and what the fuck is that on your left hand Bee? You gonna marry that junkie?
Brigitte automatically hid her left hand. On her ring finger, was a glittering engagement ring. “He’s not a junkie Ginger, he hasn’t done drugs in years!” Brigitte stated, glaring up at her sister. Ginger simply raised an eyebrow.
Whatever Bee, if you say so.
“Why are you here Ginger?” Brigitte demanded. Ginger smiled.
Thought you’d never get round to that Bee! I’ve been sent her as a warning from the great beyond or some shit…
“Warning?” Brigitte asked, confused. Ginger wasn’t paying attention, she had left Brigitte’s side and was examining the room. “GINGER!” Brigitte yelled. Ginger jumped, but returned to her sister’s side.
Yeah a warning… we see things you know, us spirits or whatever the hell we are, cause we watch the living. And I’ve been watching you and lover boy, and well, when I saw what he had planned… I just had to get permission to come here and warn you!
“Get to the point Ginger!” Brigitte demanded. Ginger rolled her eyes.
Okay! Geez Bee when did you get a backbone? Anyway, lover boy has an interesting little plan for your wedding night…
“What sex? If you really had been watching us, you would have seen we got to that stage a long time ago,” Brigitte said. She was not at all pleased with Gingers appearance, or her mind games, and she made that obvious in her voice. Ginger smiled and stared at Brigitte... but not just at Brigitte, at her stomach.
Yeah I got that one Bee. You and him together? Now that’s always funny!
Ginger paused to laugh. Brigitte raised an eyebrow. “Ginger, just tell me whatever it is you have to tell me, and go!”
Your lovely fiancée is planning to kill you on your wedding night and claim the $500,000 life insurance he took out on you the day he proposed.
“W…what?” Brigitte asked. She couldn’t believe what Ginger had just said. Sam loved her! They were planning out their life together, had even put on a bid on a bigger place, so that when the time came along, and they were ready to start a family, they had the space their children would need. “I don’t believe you Ginger!” Brigitte cried, and with that she got out of bed and stormed out of the room. Ginger followed.
Fine, don’t! Then we can be together again… although, I am in some sort of go-between, I’m willing to bet you’d go straight to heaven.
Brigitte ignored her.
Come on Bee! Why would I visit now? You only get one chance to talk to loved ones after you pass on and I choose this one! If it wasn’t true I would have waited for your wedding day to tell you how pleased I was for you… would have been a lie, but it’s what you would have wanted to hear right?
That made Brigitte stop. What if what Ginger was saying was true… I mean, if Ginger could only visit once that would explain why she hadn’t visited before…
You’re starting to believe me Bee, and so you should! Bee he’s going to kill you! As much as I want you to join me, I don’t want you to be murdered. He’s gonna cover it up so well, that your spirit will be walking the earth until he dies himself. That’s what happens to murder victims Bee, they wander the earth until their killer has died or been brought to justice! If you live out your life, you’ll be with me much sooner than that, I’m sure of it.
“What do I have to do to stop him Ginger?” Brigitte whispered. It hadn’t taken long for her to believe Ginger. After all, she had always doubted Sam’s feelings for her…
You have to kill him….
Sam arrived home a bit later than his usual time that night. This only added to Brigitte’s suspicions. He looked pleased about something, and, as he wrapped his arms around Brigitte, he told her why.
“Our bid has been accepted! The house if ours!” he cried. Brigitte could hear the smile in his voice.
“I love you Sam… but I guess that’s not enough, is it?” She said. Sam let her go, stepped back, confused.
“Brigitte, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Brigitte reached into her pocket and pulled out a gun. She pointed it directly at his forehead.
“I know Sam…” She said, and, without another word, she pulled the trigger.
Oh Bee… I can’t believe you feel for it! You killed the man who loved you more than anything else, the man who was willing to anything for you. And how long did it take me to convince you? 5 minutes! You haven’t changed at all Bee…
Brigitte looked up at her sister in disbelief. “No…no!” She cried, dropping to her knees next to Sam’s body. “SAM…WAKE UP PLEASE! I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY…” She screamed, frantically shaking his corpse. But it was too late. He was gone. Ginger laughed.
Poor Bee… now you’re all alone… well, not totally alone! His child grows inside you Bee… and you’ll have to raise it by yourself… HA! Finally, justice for what you did to me, and I have to say Bee, this is better than I could have ever imagined!
But Brigitte wasn’t listening, instead, she took Sam’s hand, put the gun to her head, and pulled the trigger…