This is my first story about a girl called Maria. Maria is a widow with a dark secret. Will her past come to haunt her?
It was a cold blackening night. The wolves howled and the cats screeched. My house was empty, well all except me.
I had always been a widow since my husband died 17 years ago. He was always the most perfect thing in my life, my one true love, he was mine. Yes, he was mine. Once. But not now. He died in a car crash, he was the most beautiful man out there. If only he had known about my affair that I had with his brother, that is one of my biggest regrets. 29th March 2013
The wind gave an eerie howl as it rustled through the trees. My house made the creak as it always did when I entered it, "Hello" I shouted. I knew I wouldn't get a reply but I tried in the hope that my husband would reply. I sighed as I sat down on my chair and grabbed my magazine, I started to talk to my self as I usually would, "These celebrities having children, oh well not long left." My daughter was expecting a baby soon, a beautiful girl she is she takes after her father.
BANG! There was a loud bang at the door, I jumped out of my seat with the shock of the noise. I clambered over my chair to look out of the window, as I looked out I saw a black figure. "Who could that be at this time?" I walked to the door as another bang echoed from the door. " I'm coming! I'm coming!" The noise started to get louder and faster as I got to the door. My keys shook in my hand as I unlocked the door, "Hello?" I whispered timidly as I slowly opened the door. The door opened. No one was there. "Oh well maybe they will be back later" I closed the door, sat in my chair and proceeded to read. "Maria", a voice whispered from behind me. I ignored it and carried on reading. "Maria", it was the same voice but it was getting louder and more vicious. I sat and looked around for guidance but all I could do was reassure myself that it was my imagination, the voice disappeared for a few seconds. I finally built up the courage to search for the voice, I opened my door and stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Maria, you left me Maria! When my brother died you left me!" I felt a sharp object impale into my skin, blood pouring from where the knife had struck me. Blood danced across my cold body, rippling down every aspect of my body. Why would someone do this to me?
"Maria I told you I would be back!" I recognised the voice. But how?
"W-W-Why?" It was almost impossible for my words to come out.
"You fucked me and then left me you worthless whore!"
"M-Michael?" Michael Way brother of my ex husband Gerard. Michael was a tall slim man, long hair, his perfect face and his glasses. His glasses were always adorable. He was adorable. But he wasn't Gerard.
"That's right bitch! We are going to finish what you started!" What was he talking about? The strange aroma of alcohol and drugs sifted across the room. I was almost in a pool of my own blood, my body was frozen. No where to run. It was then when I saw him.