Ghost Story

It shouldn't be hard to come up with a good ghost story, seeing as we all live in constant fear at all times. at many times, it seems that "scary" movies, rather than being truly scary, are more an amalgamation of our fantasies for power, than our true fears.. .

The ship was about to embark for the new world with a load of fabrics, spices, liqueurs and silk to lords and ladies who had already settled in the new world. the captain was irritated as an intended bride of the son of a lord was over a day late in arriving. when she arrived the sailors at first irritated began to look with mouths agape in semi-horror/ and titillation. she was an albino with piercing eyes, large lips, stunning eyes and the most porcelain of skin color. her skin, though devoid of color, was pearlish, smooth and faultless. and her clothes, all white. of the finest finery. certainly not appropriate for a voyage of this type. she seemed to float up the gangplank, while at the same time be of crushing frailty, seemingly abut to fall, or lose step, yet graceful in every step, and quiet....

she made few appearances the first few days. and to the surprise of everyone, she was not seasick, despite heavy seas which had even the saltiest of sailors gripping the rails and evacuating the contents of their stomachs.

somehow, she was able ot remain pristine in her white silks and lace dresses...

she first seduced the captain. it seemed like an improbable and impossible feat. she was so secluded, and cloistered by her attendants, not only for her protection, but her need. she came to him in his room and quietly without a world, made quick and passionate love. his lust was far from satiated, it was in fact inflamed all the more, but he let her go, understanding the miracle of her happening. by the tie the event occurred, all but few men, lusted for this woman. happenstance and necessity had made it occur that many men, more than naught had either seen her exposed back, legs, breast, backside....

soon, it was apparent that she was lustful perhaps a nymphomaniac, yet she still held an air of superiority and dignity which defied the fact that she was making love to several of the sailors on a regular basis.
and then one night she went into the hold and had several turns each with every sailor over several days, as the ship foundered at sea.

soon it was an orgy. her remaining immaculate, the men feverish with lust. it was heaven. the stores were broken into it was fine meals, food, drink and Eden on board the ship. none cared.

then the change began to occur. at first a blemish or two upon her skin. then her hair unkempt. then the true degradation. her features distorted. her smell disgusting as if rotting flesh. edema and swollen skin, chaffed skin, oozing pustules, hair began to grow. her teeth blackened....
and then the suicides and murders, burnings, broken bones, eyes gouged out.
they knew tey had a witch in their mist. she scurried up the mast and took refuge in the crows nest as the emell that emanated made all sick and unable to partake of food or drink, as storms lashed the boat and weakness and illness descended upon the crew... at night, she would come down and kill, eat, with superhuman power. until the men who were left all cowered in fear.

she took command of the ship and when the new world was in site, she lead it up the dark river

they reached an encampment of horrid animals. where white men were enslaved in the most deplorable of conditions, kept alive, but barely, seemingly for only the enjoyment of their suffering. there she parked the ship in the river, and ate (in front of the others) alive the rest, one after the other, rotting and all, including the dead, until nothing was left but bones. then she cleaned up the ship, and slowly transformed into a beautiful maiden. and took on food and drink, and once again set sail for her intended destination.

there, she was rescued, with nothing more than a sunburn. and was thankfully reunited with her intended bride, and the slaves cowered in fear.