A Haunting Reunion

Could it be? Could it be him? No, no this is far too easy. And yet, I recognize that van, from a time I can scarcely recall I know that van. It must stop here; I will make it stop here at my mansion, my tomb, my trap. Its tattered walls and boarded windows, oh yes they will come. How could they resist? The glowing purple will ketch their eye, the thrill of a haunt will bring them in the door, and then by my hands I will keep them here and I will get my revenge on that man… oh how I have counted the days for this, I have waited so long that I can’t remember when I died. There used to be tallymakrs somewhere, counting the days, but that grew to annoy me more than the fact I was trapped here. I look out the window at the car slowly driving through the winding forest path, at my old van that he stole from me. The flames on the candelabra near me flair up with my rage, then I chuckle. Soon there will be no need to be angry anymore and I will no longer haunt this plot of land. As the van draws closer I can see the bright words scrawled across its side, that’s my van. I feel a smile stretch across my face. I had never had guests, it was time I did. I flick my wrists and purple lightning sparks around them, and the vans lights sputter as it slows to a stop outside my fence gates. Soon, the mansion will draw them in, I know they will come in. They will come in the doors that will lock behind them and be trapped like me! Like I have been all this time!... and then he will be here with me. I watch as they start to climb out of their van and look around to find the sores of the problems that only I know. The van cannot leave till I will it to leave. And I will not till he has been dealt with… but I can wait till the enter my home. I leave the window and drift into the depths of my home. I have all the time in the world.