Warrior

She was scared of ghosts.

She consumed a lot of ghost material. Movies, TV series, books, short stories, online blogs, personal anecdotes, reality TV... Anything that caused fear. Maybe she caused her own phobia. It was not her fault that she liked the suspense.

In her dreams, the ghost haunts her. The ghost never shows her self. She exists as a presence, always coming closer. In a few seconds she will appear. She doesn't. And the few seconds continue.

Thirty years she has had those dreams.

She thought everyone had nightmares all the time. She learned that this was not true. She wondered why. She learned. She implemented. She kept going.

One night

She came to a dark room. The ghost arrived, along with the few seconds. She saw a light switch on the wall. Normally, she would be scared of turning on the light. She would worry that reversing the discomfort will cause a disastrous reckoning of the ghost. A rebellion met by calamity. But that night she flipped on the light switch. The room must have brightened for a split second. Then it continued to be dim, but maybe less dim than before. The ghost was near. She decided she was finished dealing with the damn ghost. She looked around the room. On the table, there was a small flashlight. She grabbed the flashlight. And flashed it around the room. In forceful, determined slashes. She felt the ghost starting to appear. She felt exactly where the ghost will show. With her flashlight in hand, she charged, straight for the ghost. Impact

She wakes.