halfamoon | Everyday Ghosts, Fiction, The X Files, Dana Scully

TITLE: Everyday Ghosts
AUTHOR:

memories_child
FANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: William
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully
WORD COUNT:
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm borrowing them. But CC, if you're reading this, I could do with a job...
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Friday the 13th, when she was younger, was about black cats and halloween. Witches and goblins and things that go bump in the night. She sits in the dark at the window, watching the slow street. Cars woosh past in blurs of colour, rain splashing under their tryes.

If William was here now, she'd tell stories of ghosts and ghouls. The headless horseman that rides through her bedroom each April 4th; the knocking noise that comes from the wall between her kitchen and her living room, that taps a message in morse code.

If William was here now, she'd paint his face a skeleton white, trace black marks around his eyes and iron bones on his black sweater. She'd dress him in a Dracula cape, pretend fear at his fangs.

If William was here now, she'd dangle apples from string and try to catch them with her teeth, peel the tender skin and throw it to the floor, show him who his first love will be in the twirling name that forms.

But William isn't here, and she sits and stares out of the window, imagining.

Friday the 13th, when she was younger, wasn't an unlucky day, a day for hiding in the dark. She wonders what changed.