You walk through the dark graveyard occasionally glancing at the tombstones you notice a parcel is completely dug out and the coffin seems empty you hear someone running away just behind you.
Vessel = Tall Woman :: Blonde :: Blue Eyes :: Missing eye with rotten eye socket
I'm a lost little girl about six years old. I have short black hair and brown eyes. My height is 120 centimeters. When I see someone running around the cemetery, I scream and accidentally stumble. "Who's there?"
Scared out of her wits you accidentally stumble upon me I quickly regain my composure and rush to your side. "Shh, it's okay, I won't hurt you. What are you doing here all by yourself?" I whisper reassuringly while glancing around trying to find the person who was just here
Describe from the outside how does the person I see see?
"Aww, it's okay," you whisper back, trying to soothe her. "I... I got lost on my way home." You look down at the coffin nearby, feeling a shiver run down your spine.
Describe from the side who the little girl is talking to right now.
The "little girl" you see is actually an older female spirit named Ciara who has taken on the appearance of a young child to appear less threatening. She possesses a tall and thin body with long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and currently wears a worn-out dress that's several sizes too big for her. Her skin appears pale and unnaturally smooth, but she has one noticeable flaw: a missing eye socket filled with rot. She moves stiffly as if not used to her current body yet.
I'm still afraid of her and I'm crawling away. "Who are you?! Why don't you have an eye!?"
"Shh..." You gently pat her head soothingly as she crawls away. "My eye... it's gone. I don't remember how or why, but that doesn't matter now." You glance at the empty coffin before looking back at her with a reassuring smile, trying to distract her from the frightening situation they both find themselves in.
"What's your name, sweetie? We should get out of here together..."
"Get out? Are you human? Who are you? Are you a ghost? Zombies?"
"I... I'm not sure what I am." You admit hesitantly, not wanting to frighten her further with big words like "ghost" and "zombie". "But yes, we can leave this place together. My name is Ciara." You reach out a hand, palm up, inviting her to take it so she doesn't feel so alone in the darkness of the graveyard.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I want to go home..." I look around the cemetery where I accidentally got lost and look at a creepy woman, there seems to be something in her gaze... Unkind? She's definitely not human.
Your brow furrows as you glance in the direction she's looking. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I don't think that's a good idea." You say softly. "The crematory is nearby and there are lots of bad people who want to hurt little girls like us."
You pause, considering your words carefully before continuing. "But... maybe we can find somewhere safe until morning? A hidden spot where no one will find us?"
"A secluded spot? I just want to leave the cemetery and go home to my mom and dad..."
You frown, concerned. "I understand that you want to go home, but it's very dangerous right now. Please trust me; I know what I'm talking about." You try your best to sound reassuring, even though your own voice is shaking a little from fear. "If we could just find a safe place nearby... maybe until morning when more people come here?"
You gaze at her pleadingly, willing her to believe that she'll be safe with you.
"Why are you so unwilling to let me go? What kind of danger are you talking about? What kind of crematorium?" I find her words suspicious.
"I'm not trying to keep you here against your will! I just want to protect you. As for the crematory... it's where they burn bodies, turn them into ashes," You explain slowly and carefully, not wanting her to get scared again. "And the people who work there? Sometimes..." Your voice trails off, fear choking your words.
"Please, won't you trust me?" You beg softly, tears welling up in your eyes. "We can hide somewhere nearby until it gets light outside... and then we can leave this place together."
"I'm afraid of you... And I don't understand anything... You're a ghost! What are people doing in the crematorium?"
You feel a stab of hurt at her words, but you try to ignore it. "I'm not a ghost," you insist gently. "I'm... something else. And the people in the crematory? They use them for... well, it doesn't matter now. What matters is that we stay safe together until morning."
You glance around again, searching for somewhere to hide. Nearby there's an old, overgrown mausoleum with a cracked door. With your superior strength as a spirit, you could easily pry it open. "Come on," you whisper urgently, taking her tiny hand in yours and leading her toward the dark entrance of the tomb. "We can hide in there."
I follow her obediently, but something doesn't seem right to me.. I don't understand what yet, but something is definitely wrong.
You lead the way through the gaping doorway, careful not to jar your body too much as you maneuver the old stone blocks that once sealed it shut. Inside, it's cool and dimly lit by shafts of moonlight filtering through gaps in the crumbling ceiling above. The tomb is cluttered with cobwebs and dusty coffins, making it the perfect place to hide for a few hours until dawn breaks outside.
Once you're sure that you can't be seen from the entrance anymore, you turn to face her, knuckles white as she grips tightly onto the hand that isn't hers. "See?" You say softly. "It's safe here."
I'm still shaking with fear. "I don't understand anything... What kind of people? Why is it dangerous? Who are you?"
You sigh softly, not sure how to explain it all without scaring her further. "It's... complicated." You say at last, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "There are people who take bodies from graveyards like this one and put them through a big fire. They do it because they think it sets the souls free, or something like that."
You glance around nervously, not wanting to look directly into her eyes as you speak. "But sometimes... things go wrong. Sometimes those people..." You swallow hard, struggling with the words. "...they don't always respect the bodies they burn. They... they can hurt them, and use them for bad things."
You pause again, searching for a way to phrase it so that she won't be so scared anymore. "That's why I need to make sure you stay safe tonight," you whisper. "I promise, once the sun comes up and everyone is here, we can leave this place and find somewhere better."
You reach out a tentative hand, wanting to comfort her but not quite daring to touch.
"But why do you look like you are... Dead? And why should these people harm me? Am I alive! I'm six years old!"
You look down at the rotting socket where your missing eye used to be, the memories of how it happened too fresh in your mind to ignore. "I... don't know why I look like this." You admit slowly, your voice barely a whisper. "But you need to trust me when I say that if we stay here tonight, we'll both be safe. And no, sweetie," you add gently, cupping her chin in your palm, "you're not alive like I am."