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| Lament of A Lost Soul
By: Rina “Well these are some nice digs ya got yourself Hamster” said James sarcastically to Kirk They were checking out the old house that Kirk had recently inherited. James referred to it as the ultimate fixer upper and Kirk had to agree with him. It was a beautiful sprawling three story victorian right on the shores of the ocean in Maine. From the outside it looked very cozy but on the inside it was filthy. Cobwebs hung off of doorways like curtains, everything was coated in a thick layer of dust and every and then they would hear a crunch as one of them stepped on a mouse skeleton. The old furniture was cloaked in white sheets and underneath the shelter of the fabric they were dark and sinister looking “How in the hell did you ever get this place any ways?” asked James pulling back an old musty curtain on the window and stepping back as several moths fluttered clumsily past “I have no idea” said Kirk thoughtfully “I just got a notice in the mail saying that I had inherited the house. Whoever it was had even included the deed and said it was mine so long as I brought you along with me” “Whoever lived here before was pretty gruesome” said James pulling a corked bottle out of a spindly cabinet. It was filled with what looked horribly like blood with a chunk of flesh floating in it “well ain’t this nice. Right up your alley eh?” Kirk winced at the bottle that James shoved in his face “That’s over the top even by my standards” he said “I’m going to go check out the kitchen” “This guys last name didn’t happen to be Dahmer did it?” said James with a bark of laughter “let me now if ya find any pickled fingers in there” Kirk rolled his eyes and disappeared behind a swinging door while James went to examine the back porch. He was more than surprised to see a girl sitting on the back steps humming a mournful tune to herself. He listened to her for a few minutes before he picked up the tune and started to hum it himself making the girl’s head whip around “I didn’t see you” she gasped “I kinda figured that” James said “Are you the owner?” She fixed him with a pair of dark green eyes looking him up and down “No” she said slowly “I used to live here but I was never the owner” “Did you live here recently?” he asked her “Oh no. It was a long time ago. I was never too fond of this place. There were some dark times here. What’s your name?” “Oh uh.. James. James Hetfield” he said. He had almost forgotten his own name gazing into those lonely eyes “I’m Ellie. Elizabeth really, but nobody calls me that. You have a noble name, James. You must be a noble man” “I wouldn’t go that far. What was that song you were singing?” “It’s called Lament of A Lost Soul” she said mournfully “Could you hold on just a second. There’s someone I want you to meet” said James running inside “Hey Kirk!” he bellowed Kirk’s head poked out from the door to the library nearby “What is it? I just found a really interesting book in here” “Forget the book. There’s some girl on your back porch. She kinda weird” Kirk sighed and followed James out to where he had left Ellie but she wasn’t there “Well where is she?” “She was right here just a minute ago” James called for her but there was no answer “You weren't drinking anything you found in a cupboard were you” said Kirk with a smirk “Fuck off! She was sitting right there!” “I’m going back inside” said Kirk a bit testily That night Kirk and James were sitting out on the back porch looking down at the beach when they saw her again. Standing on a rock overlooking the ocean. The sea breeze gently blowing her dark hair “There she is that’s her!” said James jumping up and running towards the slope down to the water Kirk wondered why James had become so unusually attracted to this girl. He had only talked to her once yet he seemed so entranced by her presence. Kirk had to admit that he too felt himself being drawn to her... James skidded to a halt at the top of the hill, He could see Ellie still standing there, her face glowing slightly in the full moon. He stood there silently. She took his breath away. A cloud rolled over the moon as James began the decent down to the water and when the moon shone brightly again she was gone. This carried on for many days. He had become obsessed in seeing her and talking to her. On occasion Kirk would see her or hear her singing a dispirited song but he had never spoken to her. He grew worried about his friend’s sanity as Ellie became the center of his world. She was all he thought about. Kirk finally decided to ask around about this girl searching high and low over the small Maine town until he made a shocking discovery “Elizabeth Darcy Maloy” he said to James slamming down several books and stack of papers on the table in front of him “What?” asked James puzzled “That’s the name of the girl you’ve been hanging around” said Kirk in a triumphant way “Born in 1892 and died in 1912” he said “That’s impossible” hissed James “No it’s quite possible” said Kirk “you see Ellie, as you call her, once lived here long ago with her mother and father. Her life was quite happy until her mother died and her father remarried a very evil woman. She had poisoned Ellie’s father and made Ellie live on as her servant. The woman was old and of cold heart, keeping Ellie locked away in the attic, and while the old woman withered away physically, Ellie withered away mentally. She slipped into a deep depression until she one day found a lover in a poet from San Francisco. He vowed to one day marry her and take her away from this place, but when her step mother found out she killed the man. After loosing her love, Ellie found that there was no reason for her to stay in this world any longer. She took her own life by jumping out of the attic window” Kirk slapped down an old picture in front of James “Do you know what her lover’s name was? It was James” said Kirk James stared down at the picture in front of him. Ellie stared back at him smiling and the man next to her bore a striking resemblance to “Me” said James in disbelief “He looks just like me” “She probably thought you were him, or at least as close as she could find” “You mean she’s dead” said James somberly “I found this near the place she used to sleep” said Kirk On the table before James he put a music box and then slowly walked away James sat there for a long time churning all the things he had just heard over in his head. Eventually he opened the box and heard the familiar tune of Lament of A Lost Soul FIN |
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